Dear Multiple Sclerosis,
You pushed your way into my life at a time when things were going great. Future plans were in place and I was working hard to make them a reality. As you weaseled your way in, you shoved me to the side; blindsiding me and forcing me off the path I was on.
All attempts to make you leave failed. Family members, friends, neighbors and even strangers tried, but you stood your ground refusing to go. I kicked, screamed, punched…but you weren’t phased at my futile attempts to wear you down. You simply dug your heels in deeper, folded your arms and awkwardly grinned.
You made me feel like a prisoner. Why did you choose me? What did I do? Where did you even come from? My questions were left unanswered. All I got in return were more unanswered questions and heartaches.
MS, I want you to know that you are not welcome here. If you so desperately need a place to lay your head, there’s a doghouse out back filled with fleas and spiders that you can have. I think the roof leaks too. Seems a perfect fit for someone like you. And if you get hungry, you can eat from the dog’s bowl munching on moldy, outdated dog food. I hope it makes you sick and die.
I am writing this letter to let you know that you will not win. I am stronger than you give me credit for. If you plan to keep up this fight—if you continue holding me prisoner—I will never back down. I will keep swinging. I will keep getting back up. I will keep fighting.
You do not have the final say in my life. I determine my future, not you. So bite me…
An MS Warrior