My point is this: Facebook can blow up with stupid viral videos of old not-even-good movie clips with the words “Bye Felicia” and deep debates on the color of a dress, and people can bitch about our government as those running constantly say bigoted, racist remarks while still being handed a microphone . . . but practically nothing is being done to actually help anymore.
I had a flare-up which (to me) is basically a reminder that you have MS, a sign that your body is still trying to hurt itself.
November is a hard month. November is a painful month.
We feel it’s our beginning, like we’ve been behind this door – hiding from people, ourselves, the world – and now we are opening it, stepping out. The future is ours now. We hold our future.
Here’s the latest on my check up with Doctor Number Three. And the result (I’ll ruin the suspense): Not a success.