A year ago I heard the words no one ever wants to hear, you have multiple sclerosis. A chronic condition with no cure. It all started when I suddenly lost vision in my left eye, the first sign that something much bigger was happening. I remember sitting there in fear and disbelief, trying to imagine what my life would look like now.
The months that followed were a blur of doctors, treatments, side effects, and trying to understand a body that didn’t feel like my own.
There were days my legs stopped working, days when my hands dropped things without warning, days the heat pushed my body past its limits.
I learned how to keep showing up, even when my body made everything harder. And I had support.
Matt is my everything,my doctor, therapist, masseuse, handler. He carried me when I couldn’t walk and pushed my wheelchair more times than I can count. The MS community helped me make sense of what I was feeling. And my family and friends showed up in ways I’ll never forget.
A year later, I’m still adapting to all of the changes and curious about what my future holds but I understand my strength now, and all the hurdles I’m capable of getting through.
