Someone can’t be…
When I was originally diagnosed with this hideous disease which was in February of 2004, I was, as everyone else is, shocked, pissed off , sad, angry and a tad depressed, but right from the get go I knew I wasn’t going to take the so called medication which in reality is a drug pushing cash cow for big pharma.
At that time I’d been living in Colorado in the USA for two years, I’d moved there and married a Colorado native and planned to work hard, earn great money and enjoy the Rocky mountains.
Obviously part of that wasn’t going to happen, the hiking was the first to go, followed by my unfaithful wife, who obviously didn’t believe in certain marriage vows (in sickness and in health).
Anyway that’s all in the past, it’s gone and forgotten, since diagnosis I have spent a great deal of time and money on therapies, operations and pills in an attempt to find a way of removing this so called incurable disease from my body. I obviously did something right because I continued working full time for nearly eight years, no medication for MS has ever passed my lips which makes me very happy knowing that the senior neurologist at The Rose hospital in Denver gave me six months before a wheelchair would be a permanent thing in my life, that never happened.
Being a single man, that’s not exactly true, I live alone but hopefully not for long as the love of my life is in Argentina and is unlikely to be here with me for two years. So as has been since ’08’ I do everything as far as trying to heal myself, alone.
I try to research, read, surf the web, motivate, inspire, keep myself focused and mentally ease my concerns, fortunately being part of a brilliant group and knowing a few amazing people as well as having the best mum and sister a man could wish for, and having Gaby, I know that following and sticking to the Ann Boroch protocol that in two more years I’ll be healed or very close.
I’ve tried my best, I’ve done so much and I’ve realized that someone can’t be everything, but with a little help…
Everyone can be something