Today is my 5-year anniversary of my diagnosis.
I was accepted to two Universities simultaneously over the weekend – without any interviews. A part of me likes to think that this may have been on purpose. In my entrance essays, I wrote about my journey with Multiple Sclerosis and how I was diagnosed on Valentine’s Day. Their timing couldn't have been any more perfect, or ironic. I have to admit, in both essays, I wrote something like, "while in a wheelchair, I dreamed of going to ___ University" (I changed the name in both essays, of course). Maybe this was their way of showing me some love.
Who knows?
I came home from work to find two huge packets from both colleges. Nervous as I could be, I tore open the first package and dug through until I found the letter from the Dean; a double “Congratulations!”
After crying for almost an hour, this overwhelming sense of purpose and relief came over me. It’s like working your hardest for a goal that almost seems impossible, to only have it come true. Five years ago, I thought life was over, I thought things were hopeless. Now, my future is infinite of opportunities. Here I am, exactly where I was dreaming to be 5-years ago. The next step: finding an apartment close to school. Hopefully somewhere that's not scary, an apartment where I don't have to sleep with an uzi under the bed. Are there ninja classes I can take?
So, I’m not sad about today. I’m not exactly celebrating it neither. To me, it is only a milestone in the future I have completely mapped out for myself while I sat for months in rehab. Hard work and patience do pay off.
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