I'm an Angry Bird

When I was a bereavement counsellor, I had a client who was "stuck" in her grief and at every session would wail "why me?"  As a non-judgemental counsellor it was my job to help her through these feelings but I have to be honest, there was a tiny part of me that sometimes thought "why not you?"

Fast forward a few years and as I face this new challenge of MS I have been all over the place with my feelings, even dipping into a little bit of "why me?" but as I thought of my client - why NOT me?

Of course it is only two short weeks since I was officially diagnosed but since my first Neurologist maaaaaaaaany years ago, the symptoms that I have been experiencing over the last couple of years fit MS so much that I suppose in some ways I had almost diagnosed myself.  It's fair to say it wasn't a surprise at all.

The day I was diagnosed was December 22nd and my Mum had flown in from Florida, where she lives, to spend Christmas with us.  That night as I was going to bed, after talking it all through, my Mum actually said to me that I needed to take this "more seriously" as it is in my nature to joke (I guess it is a coping mechanism).  Well, I have moved on from the jokes and now I am ANGRY!

Even though I had my suspicions I was also hoping it would be something like a trapped nerve or something that could be "fixed".  MS can't be "fixed" and each day seems to bring a new sensation and I am getting pissed off at the body that I have exercised and  looked after most of the time (with the odd burger and bottle of wine thrown in for good measure) for betraying me.

I lay in my bed at night feeling awful and I picture my brain, wondering what is going on in there?  Is more damage being done or are these symptoms a result of the lesions already there?

I am usually quite a happy person and I feel like I am turning into a grumpy, moody, weepy, pathetic person.  How annoying I must be to know right now.

I am also quite vain (which woman isn't?) so I wouldn't dream of leaving the house without my full face of make-up (including lashings of the very best under-eye concealer to hide these dark circles) so I LOOK alright to everyone, which of course is the goal when applying the cosmetics.  Then I get MAD that they can't tell how ill I feel.  

I feel myself feeling frustration towards well meaning friends who tell me that it could be worse or how they know someone with MS that is doing great.  I KNOW this is coming from a loving place to make me feel better and I would probably say exactly the same thing to someone if the situation was reversed.  I want to say that I am NOT your Auntie Mabel and the reason that MS is referred to as the snowflake disease is that no two patients are the same and will experience their MS in a different way.

Of course, this is what I want to say but I wouldn't because at least these friends and family have offered support and said something. I am so thankful for each of my lovely friends and family who have offered support, listen to me moan about my symptoms (usually for the 100th time) and have never once made me feel like I am putting on them.

The people that have hurt (and angered) me the most are the ones that have said nothing at all but then I guess at times like this you discover who you can really lean on and who really cares.

I know that anger is part of the grieving process and as an ex-counsellor I know that when a person is diagnosed with a chronic illness they may go through all sorts of emotions of grief including denial, anger, depression and finally (hopefully) acceptance.

I am in the angry bird phase right now so I apologise in advance if I am a snappy cow-bag.  I hope I don't offend or push you away along the way. I really don't mean to be such a drag.

So, enough about me - how are YOU?

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