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 blindsided me and forced me off the path I was on.
All attempts to make you leave have failed. Family members, friends, doctors, nurses, and even strangers have tried, but you have stood your ground refusing to go. I have come at your kicking, screaming, punching, scratching, and even bitting but you haven’t been phased at my futile attempts to wear you down. You have simply dug your heels in deeper and folded your arms in defiance.
You have made me feel like a prisoner in my own body. Why did you choose me? What did I do to warrant your uninvited visit? Where did you even come from? All of my questions have been left unanswered. In return all I seem to get is 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. It seems like 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 And if you get hungry, you can eat from the dog’s bowl munching on moldy, outdated dog food.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 on keeping up this fight—if you continue holding me prisoner—I will never back down. I will come up swinging even on my worst days. If you knock me down, trust me, I will get back up. It may take me longer than it has in times past, but I will keep fighting even when it appears that I have no fight left to give.
You have messed with the wrong person. You do not have the final say in my life. I determine my future, not you.
An MS Warrior
P.S. Don’t ever forget, if you bite me… I bite back.