I’m sure we’ve all been in medical settings feeling vulnerable and exposed, poked and prodded; feeling more like an anatomical curio at the mercy of a doctor and her medical student than a living, breathing, rounded person with likes and dislikes of our own. I can remember that feeling, but I don’t really experience itContinue reading “My Body Is My Own”
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 amContinue reading “On Grief, Joy, Loss and Hope”
Invisible
First of all I’d like to point out that MS is sometimes referred to as the “snowflake disease”, because no two people with MS will experience it the same. As the damage occurs anywhere in the brain, and down the spinal cord, symptoms vary greatly from person to person. I’m pointing this out because inContinue reading “Invisible”
What’s It Like To Have MS?
“What’s it like to have MS?” I’m sure many of my fellow PwMS (people with MS) would readily be able to answer that innocuous question. They would be able to talk about the impact that their symptoms have on their day-to-day life, the changes that have taken place since their diagnosis, how a life withContinue reading “What’s It Like To Have MS?”
I’m A Lover, Not A Fighter
Content Warning: This post briefly touches on my experience following a restricted diet, and the impact that had on my mental wellbeing and relationship with food. How do you visualise MS? I visualise little white blobs, with little hands, little feet, pin-prick eyes, tiny teeth, and wearing tiny yellow hard-hats. These little blob-workers are myContinue reading “I’m A Lover, Not A Fighter”
The Difference Between a Pair Of Glasses and a Walking Stick
There’s a guy at my work who wears glasses. He must only be in his in early twenties – such a shame. I can’t even imagine how awful it must be to need glasses at such a young age. He certainly puts my hardships into perspective. I don’t know what’s wrong with him, exactly. I’veContinue reading “The Difference Between a Pair Of Glasses and a Walking Stick”
evie writes 