My Journey With Ms

 If there's one lesson MS has instilled in me, it is the importance of taking pride in the meticulous details. Despite the extra time it may require, the sense of accomplishment upon completion is always gratifying. On a tranquil morning, I set out to tackle the chore of washing the dishes after breakfast. Although I knew it would be a more time-consuming task, I welcomed the opportunity with anticipation. To help boost my efficiency, I decided to play a playlist by The Script and found myself singing along to every song, my spirits soaring. However, in the midst of my harmonious reverie, I suddenly became aware of a disconcerting issue – my breathing felt strained. Startled, I ceased both my singing and dishwashing activities. It was evident that something was amiss with my respiratory system. 'Call my sister ' that was my first thought.  'Hello, I'm home alone and my chest is so tight...can't breathe well' I was in a panic, trying to take in deep breaths u...

 Hi, my name is Lynnet and I am an MS (Multiple Sclerosis) warrior.Those were the closing words of my book, marking the commencement of a new chapter in my life with this condition. Do you recall Michael, the nurse whom I had envisioned as an angel? He proved to be a true savior during one of my severe MS flare-ups. Following my third Solumedrol infusion that night, I experienced an intense and inexplicable itching sensation on my arm. I writhed and tossed in bed, desperately seeking respite. What could possibly be causing this distressing sensation? Could it be the neuropathic pain I had read about? Was this its peculiar manifestation, inducing an overwhelming urge to tear at my own skin? Then Michael showed up during one of the rounds and told me to follow him to which I obliged.  Anything to distract me. We were seated at the nurse's station, devoid of steaming coffee to complement our conversations. Engrossed in dialogue, the world around us faded into oblivion. In that mo...