The Beast by Paul Jones
I've been searching the net for more information on MS frightening myself half to death at times and also finding a lot of positive stuff.
It all comes back to the same things. There is no cure, but life go's on. What is going to happen? Who knows? Who can say? It could get very bad. It could never reappear or something in between those two.
I walked outside of the hospital after it had been explained to me, the same person as I entered. No medication to take just more information about myself and some decisions to make.
I know who I am. At my core I'm male/female, I'm trans-gendered it the best description I can find. It's caused me problems in my life,but on the other side it's been a source of great strength inside and around me.
I'm a few things that define me,but this won't be one of them.
This blog and the other one will not have endless posts about MS and me feeling sorry for myself. I've been up and down like a yo-yo,but I feel things are beginning to settle.
I wanted to put this up with the link to the poem. The last verse really struck me, well the whole thing did. It really is worth a read.
Now lets get on with LIVING LIFE TO THE FULL.
xxx
