On the eve of my 29th birthday I find myself alone and feeling reflective.  At what age do birthdays begin to elicit such a response, I wonder?  Certainly in my early twenties getting older was merely an excuse to celebrate. Now though, at the ripe old age of not-even-thirty-yet, at 17.58 on a Wednesday evening,…… Continue reading Twenty-nine

A Utopian Ideal

Someone once told me of their sadness at the fact they now had to take a shopping list to the supermarket, otherwise they were guaranteed to forget something.  I’ll be blunt; I didn’t know how to respond.  My heart was filled with sorrow for this person, not because of their list requirement, but because of…… Continue reading A Utopian Ideal

On Grief, Joy, Loss and Hope

There’s a bin bag full of high-heels in the boot of my car.  They’re the first to fall, the first goodbye, the first little chip away at what would, if it weren’t for MS, otherwise still be a part of my identity.  The first casualty of my progressive illness.  The first real, tangible; “I am…… Continue reading On Grief, Joy, Loss and Hope

MS Is Lifelong. But Also, It Isn’t

A quick internet search tells me that the definition of “lifelong” is, “lasting or remaining in a particular state throughout a person’s life”. Simple enough. MS is lifelong insofar as it is an illness I will have for the rest of my life. No cure (yet). Chronic. Forever. Lifelong. It takes time to fully appreciate…… Continue reading MS Is Lifelong. But Also, It Isn’t