Friday, 21 August 2020

Eight years

They say it's important to remember the days in our lives that change us.  Define us.

So each year I do this.

Eight years ago today I walked into a doctor's office alone and was told my life would never be the same.  Multiple Sclerosis. 

A diagnosis that would forever change me.

I don't mark this day for sympathy or pity.  But to mark that I am here.  I am surviving.  I am facing the daily challenges as best I can.  And I am moving forward.  

I mark this day to measure how far I've come. I've never stopped fighting or advocating.

It has been harder than I ever could have imagined.  But I have done it; and will keep doing it.

And so today I celebrate the past 8 years and my hope for the future.