Learn it well….
This is my walking stick. There are many like it, but this one is mine. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my walking stick Is useless. Without my walking stick, I am useless. I must walk my stick true. I must walk straighter than the Neuro who is trying to kill me. I must fight my corner before he sends me back to my GP. I will. My walking stick and I know that what counts in MS is not the pills we take the noise of our moaning, or the appointments we don’t get. We know that it is the laughter that counts. We will laugh and cry.
My walking sick is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its handle and its shaft. I will keep my waking stick clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other.
Before God I swear this creed. My walking stick and I are the defenders of my sanity. We are the masters of our Neurologists. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory over our MS and bad neurologists.
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