They forgot about me.
I had my first MS symptoms and worst attack while living out of my home state temporarily. Therefore my family and friends never saw me at my worst. My inability to walk at 30 yrs old. My weakness and pain so bad I cried at night. Luckily I had a loyal boyfriend (now husband) who saw it all and saw me through it all.
I moved back home to my home state 4 months after it started. I regained my strength and walking ability by then and my pain was minimal. I was still easily fatigued so my family jumped in to help me unpack. They were there for me when I needed help.
Over the next 13 years I had minor attacks and one major one after the birth of my second child. After a few years being relapse free, I am in the midst of what I would call my 3rd worst attack working its way up to being my second worst attack. (MRI results pending). I'm in pain and more exhausted then ever. Some days I don't get out of bed except to get my kids off to school. Tomorrow I will suck it up and put on a brave face and pretend I am much better than I am. This will allow my family to continue to forget I have MS and not be burdened by their sympathy for me.
Today I wish they wouldn't forget. I wish they would take my kids somewhere so I could nap. I wish they would bring dinner so I don't have to serve hot dogs or chicken nuggets again because I'm too tired to cook a real meal and don't have the money for Carryout. I wish they would wash my laundry. I wish I didn't have to ask because my stubborn self won't ask and because times I have asked were left with excuses. I wish they could see how hard this is emotionally let alone physically. Do they care or do they prefer to not know? I think it's easier for them to not think about it and what it must be like. To ignore. To pretend because I pretend. Today I wish they wouldn't forget about me. (Thanks for allowing me to vent)
I had my first MS symptoms and worst attack while living out of my home state temporarily. Therefore my family and friends never saw me at my worst. My inability to walk at 30 yrs old. My weakness and pain so bad I cried at night. Luckily I had a loyal boyfriend (now husband) who saw it all and saw me through it all.
I moved back home to my home state 4 months after it started. I regained my strength and walking ability by then and my pain was minimal. I was still easily fatigued so my family jumped in to help me unpack. They were there for me when I needed help.
Over the next 13 years I had minor attacks and one major one after the birth of my second child. After a few years being relapse free, I am in the midst of what I would call my 3rd worst attack working its way up to being my second worst attack. (MRI results pending). I'm in pain and more exhausted then ever. Some days I don't get out of bed except to get my kids off to school. Tomorrow I will suck it up and put on a brave face and pretend I am much better than I am. This will allow my family to continue to forget I have MS and not be burdened by their sympathy for me.
Today I wish they wouldn't forget. I wish they would take my kids somewhere so I could nap. I wish they would bring dinner so I don't have to serve hot dogs or chicken nuggets again because I'm too tired to cook a real meal and don't have the money for Carryout. I wish they would wash my laundry. I wish I didn't have to ask because my stubborn self won't ask and because times I have asked were left with excuses. I wish they could see how hard this is emotionally let alone physically. Do they care or do they prefer to not know? I think it's easier for them to not think about it and what it must be like. To ignore. To pretend because I pretend. Today I wish they wouldn't forget about me. (Thanks for allowing me to vent)
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