An “inconvenience” is the word I have landed on to describe my daily encounters with MS. That means it is present, but there are work arounds. Because my hands are numb and tingling, I can not use them for fine motor skills. My husband can help with my hair, and he does. He can help put my earrings on, and he does. Actually, this reminds me that we are a team, and we work together well. In the face of inconvenience, I find myself deciding whether or not I want to ask for help or not. Yes, asking for help is an inconvenience; however, it reminds us both of the status of my currrent abilities, and for that, we are grateful.
An Inconvenience
MS Fortunate 
One response to “An Inconvenience”
Wonderfully written! My wife is such a great caregiver to me, but I haven’t always been a great care receiver. It was tough to find the place where we could be equally spouses and care giver/receiver. It took me realizing that my not wanting to inconvenience her by asking for help was sometimes making things even more inconvenient and was actually a little insulting to her.
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