Replying to another thread, started thinking...
I'm sure some of you were relieved to have an answer, but it was just about the worst day of my life.
I remember asking the neurologist, how am I going to tell my parents, and sobbing my heart out, sitting on my father's knee (age 27).
I'm an only child,
I was still fit, active and mobile.
Dad took me to a bar and we had a few, quite a few, stiff drinks.
He told me all sorts of family secrets I'd never heard before. (I had a twin who died at birth, etc.)
Slept with them in the motel bed that night.
Next day went shopping in the Queen Street Mall in Brisbane while waiting for the next test.
Got lost, crying, unable to believe it and so, so scared because I knew what MS was.
And I wanted to believe it would be all right, and I knew it would never be all right ever again.
I'm sure some of you were relieved to have an answer, but it was just about the worst day of my life.
I remember asking the neurologist, how am I going to tell my parents, and sobbing my heart out, sitting on my father's knee (age 27).
I'm an only child,
I was still fit, active and mobile.
Dad took me to a bar and we had a few, quite a few, stiff drinks.
He told me all sorts of family secrets I'd never heard before. (I had a twin who died at birth, etc.)
Slept with them in the motel bed that night.
Next day went shopping in the Queen Street Mall in Brisbane while waiting for the next test.
Got lost, crying, unable to believe it and so, so scared because I knew what MS was.
And I wanted to believe it would be all right, and I knew it would never be all right ever again.
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