Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This
Yesterday in the mail I received back forms I had needed my neurologist to fill out for me. While I know we now have a working diagnosis of progressive spastic paraparesis and paralysis, the weight of that has yet to sink in. I took a good blow yesterday when on the forms I read the doctor's assessment that I am fully disabled and will not be able to return to work in any occupation at any point. Ouch! I was no longer putting huge odds on being primarily ambulatory, but that stung. Just how progressive is this? Can we halt things where they are now or will the sensory loss and muscle weakness continue to progress? Why do I feel like I am a prisoner inside of my body? I hate hard hitting gut check reality slap to the face days. But you take it, and live each moment you are given in faith and hope and gratitude. And as I refuse to surrender I know God is watching as a proud daddy, smiling and laughing in delight.
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