Living with Chronic Pain
This post is about a highly sensitive topic for me. It's sensitive because I don't like to dwell on it for too long. It's as much a part of my life now as the air that I breathe. For a long time, I became very emotional anytime someone brought it up. It’s true what they say, when you're diagnosed with an illness that you will be battling for the rest of your life, you go through the five stages of grief. A part of me was left behind at that moment in time. When I was 25, I felt like I was going to live forever. I never contemplated my mortality until all of this began. I'd mourned the loss of my grandmother who became paralyzed after a fall, but this was different, I was mourning my innocence. Now, after having reached the stage of acceptance and also because my current medication, Tysabri, suits me exceptionally well, I can say with humility and gratitude, that I would not alter my diagnosis. I say this with certainty because the diagnosis set off a chain o...