My busy fun-filled life had now turned to punishing days filled with depression, dependence and exhausting physical therapy. I remember hours and hours of frustration over not being able to stick a peg in a hole. Some challenges were just too much. I became isolated and withdrawn, pushing away everyone I loved. It was in that isolation that I realized that the disease may have my body, but my mind was vibrant and well.
As time went on, I was able to regain my ability to walk and talk, but the fear of relapse is always lurking around the proverbial corner. I was, and still am very well aware that MS is not curable and I will most likely end up in a wheelchair. More importantly, I came to realize the one thing that I can still depend on is my brain and my spirit. During my isolation and seclusion I had an epiphany. I could exercise the assets I had and either use my brain to learn or to teach. I decided to do both.
Changing my perspective changed my life. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I have often been thankful for my diagnosis. I went back to school, I am working on my Masters Degree, and I am also teaching. I have found wonderful treasures in the little moments in life.
