“What?” I asked.
Debby, answered, “You heard me. The doctor said you have multiple sclerosis.”
So it began, my fifteen-year journey through purgatory. I thought I must have made serious mistakes in a previous life. At the time it seemed as good an explanation as any for why I contracted multiple sclerosis, MS.
It turns out that I probably contracted multiple sclerosis because of conditions I endured in this lifetime which would include the cold climate I was born into in the Midwest, abuse as a child, drinking too much diet coke with aspartame, frequently having bronchitis, genetics, getting into a car accident when I was a 31-year-old, working out in a hot karate studio, etc. MS is a syndrome which I believe is ignited by a host of various factors coming together. I believe it to be the exception, rather than the rule, for multiple sclerosis in a particular person to be due mainly to only one causative factor. I think that is why MS must be fought on numerous fronts—it probably was caused by the totality of your life and now is affecting every aspect of your life.
At the time, I thought that I just wanted to return to my old self, the “I” your ego thinks of you as being. I never accepted the MS as being the real me. It was an adversary sent to test the real me. Little did I know how much my real self was going to change because of the battle, no the war, with multiple sclerosis.