Friday, 10 April 2015

poor, poor pitiful me....

At the MS clinic today, I was reminded all over again how lucky I am.

I might have my problems, and one of the outputs of today's visit will be a referral to the beautifully named incontinence clinic at City Hospital to have my bladder function tested.... but relatively speaking, I'm doing alright.

I'm 41 years old and first began to experience symptoms a decade ago.  In about two weeks time, I will be running my first marathon: 26.2 miles through the streets of London. The moment I cross that finishing line, I will join a relatively select group of humans who have completed a marathon.... that's a relatively small number amongst the total of all humans who have ever lived.  There are not all that many able-bodied people who can manage this, nevermind anyone else.

A quick look around the waiting room at the hospital this morning is all it takes to have a reality check: there are enough walking sticks and wheelchairs here to remind me that I've got it pretty good, all things considered.

It's all relative and we would probably all do well to remember that.  Be grateful for what you can do, not bitter about what you can't.

Speaking of which, this week's ShiftMS selection as blog of the week made me cross.  Good luck to this person, and perhaps I'm lacking empathy, but to me this reads like a pity party that focuses on all the negatives and none of the positives.  That might be how she wants to live her life, but it sure as hell isn't how I'm going to live mine.

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