This time last year I was a couple days away from having my life change. This time last year I was at school with my colleagues, sending my kids off to school for another school year, enjoying the last of summer. But two days later I ended up in the hospital for a week, had surgery to have my gall bladder removed only to wake up with numb fingers, which quickly escalated into what I now know as a major MS relapse. A month later I had an official diagnosis and it's never been the same since.
It's this time of year that I was dreading. Hearing the never ending questions of "Are you going back to work?", "When are you going back to work?". The answer always was I'm not, now I'm at the point of I don't think so. It's stressful. To have to think you may HAVE to go back, but then on one hand thinking how would that even be possible? What's worse is the feeling like I need to explain to everyone why I'm not there. I look normal. I really wish there was something you could see, something to separate me from the rest of society. I'm tired of explaining, tired of trying to come up with some answer that sounds legit enough to answer everyone's own judgment and opinion. It's not that I don't want people to care, but ask IF you care, not because you need an answer to fill your never-ending curiosity. It's not something I can explain and if my own family has a hard time comprehending it I doubt I'll be able to have a sufficient answer for the general public.