MS probably began affecting my life right after high school, when I first began to lose my balance on little things. I was a little over weight, so my mind probably assumed it to that. I knew what I wanted to do, and I figured that by enlisting with the Air Force, my balance would improve while I lost weight.
But a few years went by, and before I knew it, I was only a few pounds shy now for enlisting. This would be around may 2012 when I decided to get a membership to a gym as well as using the insanity workout. BIG mistake.
I finished one month of insanity before I decided to just go to the gym. Another couple of weeks passed by when I had my first major fall. Everyone here knows what fall I'm talking about: the one where you're doing something, and for one reason or another, you're on the floor.
Nothing hurt, so I checked out both of my ankles, as well as the muscles in my legs before I let my body rest for a few days. It didn't get better, but being a guy also brings bring prideful. I shrugged off my slowly worsening limp as being just a workout injury, telling my family, friends, and coworkers that it would heal if I just rested up.
But my mother wouldn't have that. She noticed that I would walk next to the walls, park as close as I could to wherever I was going, and she even noticed when I would pause before walking over a curb. Needless to say a tour of doctors soon followed.
The family doctor was first, followed by an orthopedist, then a sports doctor specializing in foot injuries, but they didn't have the right answer. I received a sports brace, which helped, but now I was dragging my foot on the floor. We finally went to see a neurologist. He tested my nerves, sent me for a spinal tap, and finally the MRI.
My mom, being as she is, was looking all over the Internet for the answer. I remember what she said. "You might have multiple scoliosis, " and I almost laughed. I wanted to tell her that I passed that test in school, but my mind knew better. I knew she meant multiple sclerosis, and I knew she was right.
We received the news December 4th, and I knew that I would not be able to join any branch. It was a hollow Christmas for me, but my mind was working out its new plan. I loved writing, and my hand rekindled its relationship with the pen.
I decided that if I couldn't enlist, I would write books, and eventually, after they get published, I want to show the world that when one door closes, another one has opened; you just have to find it.
Eventually, I would love to create an organization that helps people with MS achieve their dreams, no matter how big or small. I joined this community because my mind and my heart still don't agree that I have MS, and the people that I know don't really understand what it is like. I don't want sympathy/empathy/pity, I want understanding. They try, but having MS is like coming back from war; you can't understand it if you haven't experienced it.