Excerpt from: About.com (click for full article)
I remember the time immediately following my diagnosis with multiple sclerosis (MS). It was a weird time, a time when everything was different because I now knew that I had MS. However, it was disorienting to think that I also had MS before I was aware of what was causing my symptoms and that the only difference was the knowledge that I now possessed of my condition.
When I think about what helped me the most, it wasn't a doctor. It wasn't a book (in fact, all of the books that I could find at that time were dismal, with dire predictions of imminent disability and planning for inevitable deterioration). What helped me the most was my fiancé (now husband). More accurately, it was a specific moment that I kept going back to, and still do, to this day, almost a decade later.
The moment that is seared into my brain has nothing to do with anything he said to me after this proclamation. Instead, one of the most memorable and treasured moments of my life had to do with the expression of sheer confusion that came over his face. He simply didn't understand what I was saying. He couldn't fathom how I possibly thought something like MS could affect his feelings for me or his confidence that our future together would be wonderful. It is that look on his face that I will hold in my heart forever, because he was right. MS has presented several challenges, but hasn't stood in our way of loving each other deeply.
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