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I have been given permission to copy/paste this amazing letter from a person with MS to everyone else in her life. I had wanted to do this because the writer's experience of MS is so similar to mine (I was diagnosed in 1998 not 2003 but our symptoms vary only in that mine are thankfully, so far, a little less severe):

Dear Family, Friends, Coworkers, Acquaintances, and Small Pet:

I am writing to inform you that, contrary to what I may be telling you or what you may think you are observing, it is a lie...a falsehood that I have been perpetuating for several months now. Something I have been saying or pretending to be as a means of hiding behind what is my truth...something I have been actively trying out of desperation to cover up because of fear and a sense of vulnerability.

I have Multiple Sclerosis and I am not well. These past few months have come with a new level of loss and grief as I have struggled to manage, hide, and deal with ever-changing and perplexing symptoms of my MS. I have wanted to believe out of desperation and fear that these "changes" were simply temporary...that, as usual, I would experience new symptoms (relapse), but they would eventually go away (remit), and I would happily return to the same level of functioning I have taken for granted since I was diagnosed in 2003. It is with deep sadness I must admit to you, but primarily to myself, that this is not the case. I am slowly becoming "disabled"...a word I both abhor and one in which I am terrified to speak out loud.

I am losing cognitive abilities. Something I am far more frightened to admit or deal with than any trepidation I might experience in having a leg severed from my body. Yes, I know that sounds extreme...certainly losing a leg *should* be far more traumatic than a slow decline in one's mental capacity? But in my world and way of thinking, it is not. You see, I could learn to walk again with only one leg...and I have a second leg to carry me as well. What I do not carry spare parts for is my MIND and my ability to speak, make decisions, process language, experience regulated affect, and a whole host of other abilities each of us uses every day as a defining feature of who we are as a person.

I am experiencing a constant and sustained level of fatigue. No, I am not depressed. Depression would require a mood or affect change that would result in a lack of desire to participate in the world around me. Believe me when I say now, my DESIRE to participate is there, but the basic energy to do so is generally absent. I find most days, it becomes a guessing game of just how much energy I must conserve to complete the simplest of tasks...and how much energy I must expend just to fulfill the duties of my employment. When you have asked me to do this or that or go here or there and I have declined, you may have been left feeling as if I did not care about the activity...or worse, I somehow did not CARE about you. I can only apologize for my lack of clarity and/or flippant explanations I have provided or any hurt feelings you may have experienced. It has never been my desire to shut you out of my life...but I realize by now you may have chosen to turn away from me as a means of self-preservation.

I am unable to walk distances I used to glide through with ease. Contrary to the negative chatter inside my OWN head, this is not simply the result of a character flaw or laziness. The nerves that used to carry the necessary impulses to move my legs through sustained periods of exercise no longer are firing in their general patterns or directions anymore. I spend a great deal of time experiencing either a "cramping" sensation in my lower extremities or, worse yet, no feeling at all in parts of my legs. I stumble more than usual now. I crash into things with regularity. We generally have laughed together if you have been an observer to these mishaps. But inside my mind, I am not laughing...I am nervously trying to mask the alarming manner in which my legs may suddenly become foreign appendages to me. You are not witness to the bruises on my legs because I do not want you to see the contusions and question or worry about me. I have never wanted your "worry"...only your companionship.

My vision is changing as is my ability to immediately recognize your face. It is true...I may have known you now for several years, but in my presence, my brain may not receive the signals from my eyes in the same manner and quickly process who you are. It is not because I no longer "know" you. It is because there is what feels like an interminable amount of time needed now for my brain to recall and distinguish things I see. If I walk past you and I do not acknowledge you, please do not immediately believe I am ignoring you or simply being rude. I honestly may not recognize you until several seconds AFTER you pass me by.

I remain in a constant level of pain. This causes me to feel distracted quite frequently and, to be quite honest, more irritable than usual. I do take medications to assist with this pain, but the pills are often too strong for me to tolerate during my waking hours, and I am left to either tolerate this discomfort or be too medicated to function fully and safely in the world around me...most of the time, I choose to tolerate the pain. I do not tell you this part of my story as a means of "one upping" any ongoing physical discomforts you may also be experiencing. I do not wish this type of pain upon anyone nor am I trying to invoke sympathy from you. I am merely telling you this so that you might understand it is there for me...it is now, always there.

I have much greater difficulty controlling and regulating my affect. This again, is not to be confused with an idea I may be depressed. Sometimes, things that would normally NOT be funny, cause me intense laughter and I try very hard to control this because I recognize THIS symptom of my MS is NOT socially acceptable. But, it IS there all the same...and it creates great embarrassment for me. Likewise, so does my inability to control my tears. I can now begin crying for no real apparent reason and I will often hide away from you when this happens because I do not wish to alarm you. I am not necessarily FEELING sadness when this occurs. It is a misfiring in the frontal lobe of my brain that creates a false sense of emotion. And I, too, struggle to separate out the physiological aspect of this phenomenon from a true, emotional component. As confusing as this may be for you to observe, it is far more confusing for me to explain to you. And it leaves me feeling out of control of the most basic aspect of my personality...my emotional experience of the world around me.

I sleep very poorly due to pain and most likely due to generalized anxiety this pain creates. I will often tell you in jest that I either do not require as much sleep as you do to function or I will use my work hours as an explanation for emails or even phone messages you might receive during hours a "normal" person might sleep. This also contributes to my severe fatigue and is something I struggle to regulate with medications and other alternative therapies. If I mention to you that I am "tired", it is because I am physically exhausted...not simply bored or disinterested in some portion of my awake hours. Sleep, and what few winks I can catch of this elusive experience, is extremely important to my functioning and I now might be found "napping" during the day when I can. I hope you will not confuse this with a sense of laziness as I often label the response. It FEELS disrespectful and "lazy" for me to nap through your phone call and not answer, but I do not want you to stop calling me because you repeatedly are unable to reach me. I hope you might grow to understand, and thereby assist me to understand, that sleep has become as essential to me as food or water and I MUST obtain as much of this as I can to replenish my nervous system.

On any given day, I may experience a worsening or a grateful lessening of any of the above symptoms. You may, in fact, one day see me limping or dragging a leg in pain and, the very next day, see me walking just as a "normal" person might. It is not because I am somehow "faking" a symptom one day or perhaps even "allowing" myself to experience a symptom I might otherwise be able to PUSH myself through. Quite the contrary is true and it is the unfortunate nature of this disease. As surely as it is confusing and baffling for you to comprehend the WHY of my experience, it is equally as frustrating for me to grasp any sense of clarity in my day to day functioning. I may one day complain of numbness, or dizziness, or pain in an area of my body, or facial tics, or eyelid spasms, or incoordination, or have visible tremors...and the very next day, this symptom may have abated. This frustrates me greatly and, although I *should* be thankful the experience has passed, I am actually left feeling angry it ever surfaced in the first place. And, I feel embarrassed and "silly" to have bothered you or anyone else with my complaint at all.

Throughout all of these gradual and recent changes in my health, I have silently remained in fear of the unknown. I have not wanted to worry or invoke sympathies by telling you this...that is true. But I have purposely not disclosed this information to you because, on a very basic level, I did not want to admit to myself any of it is real or has been occurring. I have found myself pensively laying awake at night in anxiety, worrying what the ramifications of these physical changes may have upon my ability to remain gainfully employed, how I will continue to physically and emotionally survive if I can no longer participate in an avocation I truly enjoy, and I have cried many tears of anger and grief by myself. I have consciously placed myself in a status of "aloneness", which has provided an end result, of feeling alone...and this has neither been productive nor useful to me. I have contemplated my own mortality and silently wished that, if I become rapidly "disabled" to the point I no longer feel I am a productive member of society, that Death will take me silently in the night...that whatever gods or higher powers or spirits might be in charge, shine a face of empathy upon me and let me slip peacefully away without fanfare or loss of dignity. I have contemplated LIVING with my steady decline as surely as I have contemplated DYING as a result.

It is with great humility and extreme vulnerability I write this letter to you. Because I can no longer expend the energy required to smile and pretend with you that I have not and will not continue to experience further progression of "disability", I place these words upon the page. It is because I owe YOU as much as myself the freedom of honesty in this experience, that I type these words. It is because, throughout these past few months, I have slowly begun to comprehend the notion there is strength in vulnerability, I share these most deeply guarded secrets of myself.

And finally, it is because my relationship with you, if lost, would be far more traumatic than having a leg severed from my body OR losing the functioning of my mind...this being I call "me" would be forever lost without "you".

Sincerely,

LD

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manoman
Nov. 21st, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)
MS is such a terrible disease.
natf
Nov. 22nd, 2008 06:48 am (UTC)
Indeed. I am just thankful that mine is not quite that bad yet. *hugs*
hannabellesmom
Nov. 22nd, 2008 12:28 am (UTC)
It's not easy to write so honest and open a letter as this, and I commend you not only for doing so, but for doing it so well.

People often DO turn away when we have something going on with us (disease, disorder etc) that reminds them of their own "possible" mortality. It happens with cancer all the time, and you wouldn't BELIEVE the people who treated me like they might catch my ostomy when I went through nearly eight months of hell before the reanastamosis (reconnection) surgery could take place.

My late best friend died of breast cancer in 1991 after battling it for more than five years and in that five years I watched her grieve as people began to treat her as if her cancer was contagious or all that was left of her. I learned some very valuable things from that time with her about what friendship is and isn't and what it means to love someone unconditionally.

I wish you many people in your life as you continue this painful journey who do *get it* and who remain constant. I know that there are people "HERE" who are that kind of friends with that kind of love and caring.

I hope you find some measure of remission and reduction in the pain. You have my sincere best wishes for just that!!!

Take gentle care of yourself!

Claire
natf
Nov. 22nd, 2008 06:47 am (UTC)
It's not easy to write so honest and open a letter as this, and I commend you not only for doing so, but for doing it so well.

I did not write this. I merely reposted it. See the "source" link at the bottom and the italicised text at the top. ;-p

Namely:

I have been given permission to copy/paste this amazing letter from a person with MS to everyone else in her life. I had wanted to do this because the writer's experience of MS is so similar to mine (I was diagnosed in 1998 not 2003 but our symptoms vary only in that mine are thankfully, so far, a little less severe):

and:

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canyoncat
Nov. 22nd, 2008 01:27 pm (UTC)
*hugs*

I have another lj friend who just learned she had MS in the past few weeks. That makes three now and my FL is not that long.
natf
Nov. 22nd, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
Yeah - I have had two in recent months...
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