Okay, I am ashamed to publicly admit this, but I owe it to you.
Mine is not the only blog out there focused on living with multiple sclerosis. I am not the only MS advocate/Warrior out there living with this ridiculous disease with my positive vibe boxing gloves firmly in place.
I am not your MS savior.
But I am also not a fraud.
I really do have multiple sclerosis, along with the other 2.5 million Warriors around the world. And those are only the known diagnosed.
I have met a variety of folks living and dealing with MS and we all have our own story. In the past week I have had the privilege of add two new friends to my MS circle. Both of them female and both of them drastically different in all ways. Our one common bond is the fact that we are all MS Warriors. And we all have a wonderfully unique MS story. That is pretty much where the commonalities of our daily existence end.
Because every individual living with multiple sclerosis has their own story, we are not always as much alike as the public persona wishes to believe.
So, though we Warriors share a common trait, often we must realize that just struggling with the same disease is not always enough to make us blood sisters for life.
And so my message today comes to life.
During my early morning procrastination exercises of pretending to create a meaningful addition to the best selling potential of untold young adult fiction (yeah, five books published and I am still writing), I stumbled across three notifications from Google that someone has actually been reading my blog. (No offense meant to those 67 verified followers. I just do not receive a lot of actual feedback nor interaction. I know you are out there, but it is awesome to actually converse with you:)
I looked at all three notifications from someone named Meg. Curious, and silently dying from writer's block, I clicked on all links to this person only to discover a blog that captivated me from word one. I read for over an hour. Meg is the real deal. Her story is nearly a mirror image of my own. While not an identical match, there are far too many elements to ignore.
So, I am throwing myself under the bus and giving you permission to ditch me today and go visit Meg. Her story is just the right medicine for a snowy Friday morning (six inches in North Central West Virginia and growing).
I think you will really enjoy this story and this blog. Have a great weekend,