It's been one year since I started the full court press to reverse and quiet my Multiple Sclerosis. Looking back on the few, sporadic posts I get a bit embarrassed, but at the same time I'm glad I have at least a bit of a record for what's been a difficult year.
Of the things I didn't spend much time writing about but that I remember well are the little deals I made regarding my health, and my ability to live a fulfilling life. These are goals that seem quaint now, but they are worth remembering. I'm not spiritual by any means, and I don't pray, but the wish that came to mind most often was being able to keep up with our kids.
We have a nine-year-old daughter and a 6-year-old son, and while they aren't into team sports they love swimming, running, cycling and generally goofing off. During my first exacerbation I brought our son to a trail race, and when we participated in the one mile fun run I found myself dropped by him after a quarter mile. He was weaving in and out of a pack of runners on a dusty trail, and in a moment he vanished ahead of me. I naturally panicked, and luckily for me he eventually slowed down and stopped on the side of the trail. We all have the dream where we're on the sideline while everyone else is on the field, and this felt very much that way.
This was hard stuff to swallow, and a year later I'm happy to report it doesn't enter my mind. They run me ragged, but I'm able to keep up with them. As a matter of fact they just walked in from an early release day, so it's time to grab a swim with them instead of thinking about all this. Stay well.