I was diagnosed four years ago. My wife was diagnosed in 1996. Her MS didn’t deter me. I was dating her, I wasn’t dating her disease. It was just part of her.
When I received my MS diagnosis 4 years ago, I just started laughing. The neurologist thought I was having a nervous breakdown. I had been experiencing weakness and vertigo and I had been expecting it. The absurdity of it just made me laugh.
Prior to my MS diagnosis, I was my son’s Cub Scout Den leader. When he was six years old and we started cub scouts, I would have to carry all of the gear when we went camping. Then I got diagnosed with MS. My ability to be outside and do things with him became too painful. The heat in Nebraska summers was just too much. The last year I was able to go camping with him, I saw that six year old boy, who had become a young man, who at age 11 had to carry everything for his dad. I had my cane and the hiking was so painful, the other dads had to help me.
I want the world to know that they shouldn’t write us off. We’re not as helpless as most people think we are. At work, I use a cane and yet, I choose to take the stairs. Until the disease takes my legs, I’m going to keep walking those stairs. And I’m going to keep working until I can’t work anymore. I keep moving. I keep living.