Packing up your house and moving hundreds of miles away can be a daunting task for a healthy body. Add Multiple Sclerosis into the mix and it can become terrifying. That’s not an over exaggeration either. Anyone who has moved can testify to that. The energy it takes to box up you entire life, load it into a moving truck and then unload it a few days later, wears a body out. It is my job now to make sense of the mess and boxes as I work to put my life back into order.
It’s kind of the same thing when diagnosed with MS. It’s as if one day life was going great and plans were set…then bam, it’s time to pack up and move from your normal, ordinary way of doing things into a new way of living filled with uncertainties almost on a daily basis. Sometimes those shifts are easy to make. Sometimes they are the hardest decisions you could ever imagine possible.
I still remember the day I started using a cane to help me walk. I was so stubborn at first. I knew I needed something to help me because I was stumbling and wobbling about, but I just couldn’t break down and get a cane. My doctor was the one who made it clear I needed to get one. She told me that a broken bone was not near as easy to fix as broken pride. Boy was she right.
I have had that same struggle with each major life changing moment along with way due to MS progressing and causing me challenges. Going to a walker was another huge move that I found hard, then a wheelchair. The wheelchair was a really tough decision.
I have also had tough changes to make around my house to make sure I’m living as safely and as comfortably as possible. Things like shifting to using lighter silverware to eat from since my old set of forks and spoons were heavy. Or placing my dishes on lower shelves for me to easily reach on my own. Or having grab bars installed in the shower. Or adding a ramp to the entrance to my house.
There are so many changes we make as this disease progresses. One thing I have learned over the years, MS will shed you of your pride one way or another. It gets chiseled away little by little. You would think by now I would be pride-free, but I still have a hard time asking people for help. Not in everything. But sometimes I still find myself just wanting to do things on my own…even if I have to struggle in the process. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing.
It’s okay to have a stubbornness in you that refuses to give up. It’s okay to ask a friend to allow you to do something even if you struggle in the process. It’s okay to try, try, and try again all on your own. But it’s also important to know when to ask for help. There’s nothing wrong in asking someone to help you do something. The asking part gets easier, trust me. And besides, from my experience, people really do want to help. Many times they just don’t know what they can do so they pull back and do nothing. When you open up and become honest with others about your true, genuine needs, most are ready to jump in and be a support. We just have to ask.
And to the ones that aren’t a help…you learn who they are fairly quick and that’s when you start to lighten your load. I’ve throw a few boxes off the truck in my lifetime. Make sure the people around you are a support and not a hindrance. It’s okay to lighten the load. I’ve had to shed a few people from my life because they caused me more trouble than helped.
Moving is tough…but it’s also rewarding. You learn who your true friends are in the process. Not may people are going to carry a heavy couch up three flights of stairs for you. Hold onto those people and be sure to let them know how much you appreciate them. Sometimes we forget to tell them.