After the Fall

Here I am again, still have MS.... my neurologist assured me that was and still is the diagnosis. Just a small joke, levity, ya know.
Anyway, no steroid treatments for now... he feels that since I seem to be doing really rather well for being so chronically ill.... that we should not try to tip the boat. I have to agree, for the first time in many weeks, I feel almost like myself. Of course, I have no idea, after having been diagnosed six+ years ago, who I actually am, or maybe I have become someone that is hard for me to recognize as myself. I try to see myself as I am now, not what I might have been.

I am a retired person with a chronic illness and a coping mechanism that is intact. What I had hoped I would be in retirement has gone by the wayside. It has been replaced by the reality of illness.

I was, I think, a reasonably healthy 60 year old female who went home to New York City to pay homage to the fallen of 9/11. I had not been home to the City in many years and the time had come to visit.

My husband and I were downtown walking along, minding our business, when out of the blue I tripped over ???? and I fell face down on the sidewalk. I bloodied my knees and hurt my pride but managed to rise to the occasion with a certain amount of dignity.

I know in my heart of hearts that fall triggered my current condition. Thats ridiculous, you say? I am not too sure about that. It was within a few months I was diagnosed.