F.U. MS

Fuck you MS and your debilitating ways. Fuck you for keeping me up at night. Turns out, I’m pretty awesome at running on fumes if I have to. And turns out, my husband sleeps just fine despite the drugs he sometimes has to take to subside your flare-ups. Turns out, we’ve accomplished quite a lot despite your occasional temper tantrums that flare up in his nervous system. Turns out, despite your efforts, ours are larger. Turns out, we make an amazing team against you. So go fuck yourself.

You may occasionally or maybe even permanently rob my husband of some physical abilities. But you will never have his heart and soul. That, turns out, belongs to me. So really, go fuck yourself.

It just so happens that there isn’t another human on this planet with this most amazing perspective on life that my husband has. So thanks to your flare-ups and tantrums, he’s become stronger. In the years since we’ve known you, he’s run a marathon, completed several MS150 charity rides, traveled the world with me, excelled at an extremely demanding profession, grown mentally stronger and been my rock through every hill and mountain I’ve had to climb. So you do what you feel you need to do, and we’ll just keep on keepin’ on.

Thank you for making us stronger. It has been said that life’s challenges are meant to make you; not break you. So thank you again for your part in making us. Turns out, we’re pretty fucking awesome together. So Fuck You MS, Fuck You.