I'll never be thrilled about having MS -- or any of the live-altering events that have happened over the last few years. But I am grateful for the person I'm becoming as a result. Someone more patient, more accepting, more aware of things I'd taken for granted before. Is that the lesson the universe wanted me to learn? Maybe one of them.
I saw her mind racing. We were around the same age. She took in my long, dark hair, my mostly wrinkle-free face, my skinny jeans... It's not that I look so young, but I don't "look like" a widow. She covered her heart with her hands, I saw her struggle to come up with the "right thing" to say. "Yours is worse!" she uttered. If grief is a contest, I guess I win.
Well, I have taken many "breaks" to deal with it. Not necessarily because of anything physical, but more emotional. There are times when this disease has really made me question my self worth, my purpose, my talent.. because now I had limitations I never had to deal with before, and it really would take its toll.