The Unhelpful Sidekick
‘I have MS, MS doesn’t have me!’ This rings true for those of us who can wade through the grief of being diagnosed with an incurable disease and thrown into the unknown and come out of it still believing that life is good.
I was not born with MS, it has come to me later in life. Well you could say smack bang in the middle of it, just when I had plans for bigger and better things. While accepting my diagnosis like Miss Congeniality at a pageant, with a courteous smile and a wave while trying not to trip up the pageant winner on our way out, I in no way have become my MS. Now in saying that, one cannot leave home without it. Can’t hang it up with the winter coats when the weather turns fine. It travels with me wherever I go like a super hero’s sidekick loyal to the end.
Unlike a trusty sidekick, MS has a personality disorder. You’re more likely to get The Joker or The Penquin, never knowing which one will turn up. It is unhelpful, dirty and doesn’t play nice, a hindrance on every adventure and there is no getting rid of it. Even on the good days it’s lurking in the shadows waiting for its big entrance.
We are a package deal my MS and me, it has become a shade of me. Creeping into all parts of my life. Just ask my husband he is none to impressed that we have an unwanted intruder in our bed. To accept me is to accept that I am bringing MS along for the ride, and trust me you better be strapped in and holding on, because this sidekick knows how to ruin a good time.