I'm a very positive person and never let M.S. stop me. Each time I relapsed, it was a different part of my body and more debilitating, but it didn't stop me from living and I only shared my secret on a need to know basis. June or July 2013, things started becoming difficult.
Fatigue was the worst, but I also started feeling very confused all the time. M.S. stops you moving and doing, not thinking. I always thought that my brain was safe and that is why I never let the disease define me.
After all the neuropsychology tests, I was told by doc#2 this is my new reality. I saw a regular counselor, who said that I need to love the new me. I do and I thought everything was OK, but I'm not. I’m frustrated and need direction. I believe God gives us a body and it's only temporary. I know my heart is pure and loving, but I need help with the new reality and my neurologist isn't that caring. Not to mention I can't get my words out anymore.