I was asked to describe Multiple Sclerosis for the hundred millionth time yesterday. After being asked so many times, I’ve become fairly good at judging whether a person requires a detailed medical response or not. Most of the time, a simple explanation is what I end up sharing.
My explanation of Multiple Sclerosis goes something like this…
The nerves in my brain and spine are much like the wires in someone’s house. Imagine that a hungry, never before seen creature, finds those wires nicely tucked away in the walls and decides to have a midnight snack. This monster starts chewing on the wires for no reason in particular other than the fact that they are there…and apparently really tasty.
As the wires become exposed, frayed and broken, the lights in the living room begin to flicker, the refrigerator stops working altogether and a small fire starts in the laundry room. Then, if that wasn’t enough, the creature invites all his friends over and now there’s an entire herd of crazy wire eating creatures munching away.
Sometimes you find ways, some pretty creative ways, of keeping them rounded up and contained. That doesn’t mean they won’t find a way out of your makeshift blockade, but it does give you a chance to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet away from the daily fight. To this day you have yet to find any rodent traps or poison that stops their frenzied appetite.
Over time you come to the realization that you are stuck living in a broken-wired home along with the damage those wires cause. And since you only get one house to live in, the damage can easily become overwhelming, not to mention expensive, and nearly impossible to duct tape together. Yet no matter how inconvenient, uncomfortable or faulty your house becomes, you do the best you can with what you have. You learn to adapt. You have no other choice.
It’s not your fault, or anyone’s else’s for that matter, that the creatures found a way into your house. They could find a way into Fort Knox if they wanted to. They are the problem, not you. And until a way is found to rid the world of those terrible, menacing, wire-eating fiends, anyone’s house has the possibility of being attacked.
That’s why I check under my bed and in the closets each night before I go to bed. Last time I found one of those buggers hiding behind the shower curtain.