M.S. is the worst or at least one of the worst diseases you could have. No one knows you have it until you are decrepted. I was diagnosed in Oct 2011. I think I have always been a dreamer. I see things in ways others could not imagine. The sun just always seem so bright. The moon is always so big and bright.
My dreams are always so vivid. I once had a great love. It called to me long after I had said good-bye. I would see the person in my dreams happy and living the best life. I would have bad dreams were they needed me. I would smell them on sweet summers day. I would be over run by the thoughts of them. I never remembered the bad only the good. See when you have M.S it damages your brain in ways you can not imagine. My brain according to the nerogloist my brain has rerouted itself. Only it didn’t discard this memory. So I’m plaque with what I want to forget. I guess my brain said I still needed this.
The reality of the situation is not what this dreamer ever thought it was. My brain has been playing tricks for some time. What I thought was reality never really was. My brain allowed me to think and feel what was faux. I loved the ride but it was wasted time. I would not give back a second because it prepared me for what was to come. I learned how to deal with disappointment. I learned also how toget up after you have been let down. The drugs they give you for M.S. cause cancer and they ruin your kidney’s. So I learned toget back up or try different drugs. I’m a pin cushion, from all the shots.
My dream about the encounter with that great love was not as I expected. They are not the same person and my dreams said they called. Well that’s the joke of the day. They never called for me. That was all in my head. The great love never felt any of that love. It was a buffer to sooth their pain. Now that I have had this encounter I’m sure that reality is reality. I have full control and M.S. has to take a back seat. Winning this battle 99 1/2.