Today, I was on campus to attend a meeting of sorts. Just navigating the stairways and hallways was a chore. Handrails are a blessing and as are chairs and benches to take a break. The wobblies, as I call my tremors and numbness in my legs, are fairly common distractions.
Yet, on other days my step is as nimble and quick as a teen. This is one of the facets of MS that is hard to handle; it can bring one down, or it can bring empathy for the health conditions of others. I choose empathy; it seems to make more sense to look at others and think: I know, movement can be hard.
Our invisible illness is always something I battle and try to keep at bay. Rather than isolate myself, I mask up and attend these functions for the purpose of having some social connections. Being with my peers is cathartic: we laugh, joke around, and sometimes say bad words.
MS Fortunate 