Staying positive with MS

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Waiting on test results

So after the exhaustive battery of tests, I am waiting for an appointment with my neurologist to go over the results of said test. This is scheduled for the end of this month, and I am looking forward to going over everything and setting a plan of attack. What am I doing with myself in the meantime?

Well, I’m working on implementing what I already know. I’m doing my best to improve my sleep hygiene, I’m continuing to exercise, and I’m working to gain access to a pool that fits the prerequisites for the aqua therapy I’m going to start as soon as I can.

What else do I have going on? Well, let’s talk about it some. Something that I have hinted at already, and I know is a hot button topic for a lot of people in the prime of their life with MS, is starting a family. Three years ago, my wife and I had no children, and I had deep seated concerns about what life would be like if we had children. What about the energy necessary to have a family? What about falling down? What about falling down while carrying a newborn?

In short, we now have two beautiful sons, and I could not be more thrilled. Is it easy? Of course not! Is it worth it? Absolutely! I feel very fortunate in the reversal of a lot of symptoms I deal with in RRMS. A lot of it is related to being more strict with myself in things I know help, I.E. getting enough rest, eating well, managing stress, and everything else I’ve talked about here. I do have a much more concrete reason to make certain that I do what I have to now, though, as there’s not much wiggle room here, and any misstep is paid for for days. Do I deserve anything less? Of course not, but I find it much easier when I remind myself that I am doing it not only for myself, but for those I love who are close to me. I know I am still far from where I want to be on these things, but on the other hand I feel like somebody flipped the “Super Dad” switch on for me, as I am already capable of physical feats I thought I’d never see again. I don’t think twice about carrying my kids. I take out carts of trash down the stairs in one hand. I could go on, but you get the idea. I never thought I’d have to worry about neurological issues if/when I hit this stage in my life, but to think I could live a life with some semblance of normalcy surrounded by so much love and life is beyond wonderful, and by far the best thing I’ve ever experienced. If anything, I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to get my own life to where I was willing to take the plunge. I know everything happens for a reason in its own time, though, and I have no regrets.