September 2014, one of the toughest months in my life. I lost my great-grandmother...and had my first experience of MS...and I never knew I had it.
I was in college and felt such immense pain in my arms. It was like my arms were asleep, but the pain was so bad that I didn't want to move my arms unless necessary. Every time I left the classroom, I pushed through the pain, trying hard not to buckle down and not give in. I would go home and kept the pain and what I was experiencing to myself, thinking that it would go away. It would, but the next day after class, I have the pain all over again.
My first challenge with the pain wasn't experiencing it...it was telling my family about it. I was afraid to tell my parents about the pain I was in because I thought that they wouldn't believe me. (I never did something like that again.) After a month, my grandmother saw my reactions to the pain I was having. When I told her, she made sure that we got answers.
I didn't want to believe that it was MS. I thought I had Carpal Tunnel or a pinched nerve. I wasn't the only one who was struggling with the discovery. My parents and grandmother were stunned by it. Even though I couldn't believe it myself, I had to calm down and be the rock for my mother and grandmother.
Before I was diagnosed, I had dreams of being an artist. I also wrote my own fairy-tales, with hopes of having one of the published into a book. I do whatever I can to make that my MS doesn't stop me from doing what I love.
One of the important lessons I learned when I got diagnosed is that you're never alone in this. My family, especially my grandmother, told me that I didn't have to hide the pain from them. My family was there for me when I needed them. If your family isn't there for you, someone is willing to help. You just need to reach out and find them.