One year ago today I got my MS diagnosis. The news sucks as badly today as it did then, but I’m still here, as attitude-y as ever, celebrating the challenges that life throws my way. No, I haven’t suddenly developed a masochistic streak. It’s just that I have chosen to focus on what I CAN do rather than what I can’t.
For example—and this is an example of what makes me, me—a co-worker asked me if I could drink. I told him that I hadn’t asked. If I ask, there’s a 50-50 chance that I’ll be told that I can’t. I don’t drink that much or often at all anyway. I can share a bottle of wine or drink 4 lemon drops, but that’s about it for me. So why myself up to be told no?
Besides, my doctor said that I have no dietary restrictions. Add to that the fact that I have to take daily shots (today’s hurt like a bitch!). I’m gonna keep on keeping on until I am told that I can’t.
I am not done yet.