I want to clarify a few things and explain a little more about the sometimes selfish, sometimes narcissistic, sometimes stubborn, me!
I’m about 7 weeks short of my 69th birthday.. sixty freaking nine!!! In all honesty, when I was 16, I really didn’t think I’d make it to 50 because I knew then that I was a bit of a daredevil and just did stuff that most others wouldn’t.
I was officially diagnosed with this horrid life sucking disease over 20 yrs ago, Feb 4th 2004 to be precise.
Now being diagnosed with “it” is always going to be a blow for anyone, but in my case, knowing at that time I’d done 834 skydives, I was a hang glider, Scuba diver, mountain biker, rock climber and a pilot, I’d also done lots of other things, so for me, it wasn’t just a blow… it was freaking devastating! But, the “me” of old couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t “just accept it prognosis”, and knew that there had to be a way of restoring my health. So I set about trying to find a solution, by the time I originally heard about Ann Boroch, I thought I’d tried everything, okay not everything 🙃 but at least fifty things, so initially I was skeptical, but I think it was September 1st 2018 that I started the ABP.
I live alone, I’m obviously a difficult person to live with, or at least thats what my three ex-wives might say, I just like things done properly! That might be because my late dad was strict or my Army training, whatever, I just do.
Okay, so being alone apart from three visits from carers each day equaling two hours, means I have lots of time to fill my day, sleep is rarely more than three hours, then the two with carers, meaning nineteen hours to either let the disease get a stronger grip and make a return to health nigh on impossible, or….or draw on the stubborn, selfish and narcissistic Stefan still in the body I live in. Sorry MS, but the S, S and N me is always going to win, why? Because existing is simply.
Not enough for me…