Just a bad…
About 2 years ago I was going through the toughest time since I was diagnosed in February 2004, I got progressively worse, I’d returned to England because I just couldn’t look after myself and needed a carer for an hour and a half each day to prepare foods and the waters I was drinking, the stubborn side of me maintained I would beat this on my own although in reality a solution wasn’t in sight.
Falls happened regularly, sometimes twice each week, I had one that resulted in a deep cut in my head and lots of blood staining the carpet, another left a 3 inch diameter dent in the wall where my thick skull had landed… after each I refused to go to hospital because I knew I’d only get worse in there and wouldn’t be able to take the waters and natural supplements I needed.
I remember one particular occasion when I’d had horrendous diarrhoea and made a disgusting mess of myself and the bathroom, again stubborn me took two hours to clean myself, it was ridiculously exhausting but I was so embarrassed and wouldn’t call for help. After struggling for two hours I attempted to get from the bathroom to my bed, the 15 foot distance took about 45 minutes, then another 30 to get up onto the bed.
In August last year I read “Healing Multiple Sclerosis” by Ann Boroch then in September I started the protocol, the first two months were hard but I persevered and things got better.
Thirteen months later with the support and guidance I received from others I truly believe, I know without a shadow of doubt that I will be healed within the next three years, it’s not a difficult thing to cope with knowing there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The toughest times and experiences in my MS life are just a bad memory.