Even the little bit of strength I have shown in the face of MS continues to flabbergast me. Before I was diagnosed at the age of 28 I had lived an incredibly sheltered and privileged life.
Basically, I liked control and by my mid-twenties I had my future laid out; I had goals, ambitions and solid plans. The trouble is, life being life, my plans didn't go to plan.
You see, I never planned to have MS. It blasted its way into my life totally uninvited and utterly unwanted. My life had ended with those words, "you have MS". Or so I thought at the time.
With a lot of support over the years from my incredible family, neurologists, numerous nurses and one amazing counsellor I am able to embrace the more colorful life that MS has forced on me.
And I can honestly say that my life did not end on the day of my diagnosis, on the contrary, it had only just begun. Like many other MSers who I meet I am stubbornly determined not to let MS stop me.