Lisa, an MS patient from just south of Boston, who was diagnosed four years ago, shared this letter with me yesterday. She wrote this letter for all M.S. patients to share with family, friends, co-workers, and even strangers. I found her letter to not only be provocative, but right on the money for me and what I’m experiencing with Grover in my life. When I read this letter and its descriptions of daily life with M.S., I felt as if Lisa jumped into my body and into my world. (It was reminiscent of when Whoopi Goldberg jumped into Patrick Swayze’s body in the movie “Ghost”). They say that “No two M.S. patients are the same”; however, I have found this to be a solid description that likely provides a formidable understanding of life for many M.S. sufferers. Lisa has given me permission to share this letter with my readers today. I hope it helps all of us grow together in our understanding of what it is like to live with M.S.
Having Multiple Sclerosis means many things change, and a lot of them are invisible. Unlike having cancer or being hurt in an accident, most people do not understand Multiple Sclerosis and its effects. Of the people who think they know, many are misinformed. In the spirit of informing those who wish to understand, these are the things I would like you to understand about me before you judge me.
Please understand that just because I have Multiple Sclerosis doesn’t mean I am not still a human being. Some days I spend in extreme exhaustion. At times, sleeping for fourteen hours is all that will alleviate my symptoms. I get so tired. These emotions are all very strong and powerful. If you talk to me, and I might not seem like much fun to be with, remember I am still me. I am just stuck inside this body. I still worry about work, home life, my family and friends.
Please understand that Multiple Sclerosis is unpredictable. One day I may be able to do anything, while the next I may have trouble getting out of bed. Please don’t attack me when I’m having a bad day by saying, “But you did it before!!” Please understand that sometimes being able to stand for ten minutes doesn’t necessarily mean I can stand up for twenty minutes, or an hour. Just because I managed to stand up for thirty minutes yesterday, doesn’t mean I will be able to do the same today. This disease gets more confusing.
Multiple Sclerosis isn’t all in my head, and it isn’t contagious. Nobody ever died from Multiple Sclerosis though they might have wished they could on really bad days. I can’t control how often I feel good or how often I feel terrible. Multiple Sclerosis is a condition with lots of different kinds of symptoms. There is no cure for Multiple Sclerosis, and it won’t go away. If I am functioning normally, I am having a good day. I can have good days, weeks or even months. But a good morning can suddenly turn into a terrible afternoon. I get a feeling like someone has pulled out a plug and all my energy has just run out of my body. I might get more irritable before these flare ups and suddenly become more sensitive mentally and physically. Other times there may be no warning. I may just suddenly feel awful. I can’t warn you when this is going to happen because there isn’t any way for me to know.
Sometimes this is a real downer, and I’m sorry. If I seem touchy at times, it’s probably because I am. It’s not how I try to be. As a matter of fact, I try very hard to be normal. I hope you understand. I have been and am still going through a lot. Multiple Sclerosis is hard for you to understand unless you have it. It wreaks havoc on the body and mind. It is exhausting and I am doing my best to cope with this, and I live my life to the best of my ability. I ask you to bear with me and accept me as I am. I know you cannot understand my situation unless you have been in my shoes, but as much as possible, I am asking you to try to be understanding.
Please understand the difference between “happy” and “healthy.” When you have the flu, you probably feel miserable with it, but I have a condition that doesn’t leave. I can’t be miserable all the time. In fact, I work hard at not being miserable. Just because I sound good, doesn’t mean I feel good. I make myself be happy. That’s all. It doesn’t mean that I’m not in pain or extremely tired. It doesn’t mean I am getting better or any of those things. Please don’t say, “Oh, you’re sounding good!” or “Oh, you look good!” I am not sounding good, I am sounding happy. Because I feel bad at times, I am always pushing myself, and sometimes I push myself too hard. When I do this, I normally pay the price. Emotionally and physically I pay a big price for overdoing it, but sometimes I have to. I have no choice. My limitations, like my pain and my other symptoms are invisible, but they are there.
With Multiple Sclerosis, myelin, which is the covering that protects your nerves, deteriorates. Look at it as your nerves being an electrical wire, and wires have protective covering. If the covering is removed, the wire gets a short in it. This is the case with Multiple Sclerosis patients. Your nerves are a wire. The myelin can replace itself, but during the time it has deteriorated and the nerve is exposed, damage is done to the nerves in my body and this damage is not reversible. Thus, causing numbness, pain, tingling and other feelings.
If you want to suggest a cure to me, please don’t. I appreciate the thought. It’s not because I don’t want to get well. If there were a cure, all people with Multiple Sclerosis would know about it. Telling me I need to exercise more or that I just need to lose weight may frustrate me to tears and it is not correct. I work with a doctor and he tells me what to do for my condition.
In so many ways I may depend on you…people who are not sick. I may need you to call and check on me. I might need you to help me do things every now and then. You are my link to “normalcy” of life since I will never be normal again until a cure is found. As much as it’s possible, I need you to understand me.
People with Multiple Sclerosis have different kinds of pains and feelings that are hard to treat. It is not a constant ache in one place like a broken bone. It moves around my body daily and hourly and changes in severity and type. Sometimes it is jabbing and excruciating. Sometimes it is prickly or numb. At times it feels as though electrical shocks are going through the extremities of my body.
Another symptom I have is problems with memory and concentration. This one is very scary. I may tell you something, and thirty minutes later tell you the same thing. Please don’t say, “You already told me that.” I also might be trying to tell you something and use a wrong word instead of the word I should have used. This is very embarrassing and aggravating, but normal for people with Multiple Sclerosis. It is a very frightening symptom.
All these symptoms and the chemicals in my brain can get me depressed as you would imagine. I get angry, frustrated and I have mood swings. Sometimes it may seem I am being unreasonable, but I can’t admit it. I know this is a very hard thing about being with me. Every time you put up with me when I am in one of my moods, I am secretly grateful. I can’t always admit it at the time, but I am admitting it now.
I know I asked a lot from you, and I do thank you for listening. It really does mean a lot.
Thanks to Lisa for sharing her insight.
This letter has been quoted (with permission) of the MS forum I subscribe to in UK. It has already helped a newly diagnosed young man explain how he feels to his wife…I have shared it with friends I knew did not really need to read it but knew they would understand (and they did)…I have not felt able to share it with members of my own family (OK, my parents) who would not want to hear it’s message at all. Because it is far easier for them to think I a just making a meal of being ill. Maybe I am wrong but I doubt it.
I am glad the letter has another outlet on the Net and pray it will reach more people who will hear its message and understand through it.
Shirl,
Thanks for weighing in here. It’s obvious that Lisa’s heartfelt thoughts are spanning oceans and borders. It’s seven degrees here tonight. Hug that little lamb for me and send warm wishes to my side of the pond!
Kim
I really relate, especially the “happy,” part and please don’t tell me what I should do to get better. Good for her. (I’ve never lost a friend after telling them such things, but it is a good way to shake out fair-weather friends.)
Diane,
So true!
I have “A letter to the normals” by Ronald Waller…I gave it to my three best friends of eleven years after my diagnosis. We had set roles in our group, I was the mother and they were the needy children. They could not handle my diagnosis and moved on.
I was hurt but have since realized that friendships grow and change over time. Ours had gone as far as it could and it was time to move on. I have not allowed anyone to be that close to me since and probably never will.
With MS I lost more then just my health.
Brenda,
My dad told me something once that I’ll never forget. I was a teenager when he told me, so of course back then I didn’t listen. But, today, I remember it religiously.
He told me that there is a big difference between friends and acquaintances. And, that it would serve me well to be able to tell the difference in relationships from the very beginning.
It sounds like these folks aren’t and weren’t ever TRUE friends of yours.
I have many, many acquaintances; a few “friends”; and a very small group of TRUE friends. I actually have someone that was in the “friends” category who also doesn’t seem capable of handling my dx. Her first concern was herself and how this would affect our ability to hang out, to go out to bars/clubs. She was bothered and disturbed when I shared the intimate details of my full MRI report with her. And, I haven’t heard from her since.
I guess, despite knowing her for 20-some years now, she was only really ever an acquaintance.
While you and I don’t really fall into a label or category (yet), let’s just say that I’m here for you. No strings attached. (And I’ve scared the daylights out of myself along this MS journey, so nothing anyone shares with me will scare me away, cause me to judge them, or treat them with anything but the respect they deserve).
I’d love to see the Waller letter…
K.
I found the Waller letter and will share it here. Also another perfect description of life with a chronic and uncurable condition. It’s interesting the similarity between ‘our’ disease and his. Thanks for turning me on to this important info, Brenda!
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The Letter To Normals
Hello Family, Friends, and Anyone Wishing to Know Me,
Allow me to begin by thanking you for taking the time out of your day to spend some time with me and get to know me better. A person’s time is their most valuable asset and yours is appreciated.
I want to talk to you about Fibromyalgia (FM) and Chronic Myofascial Pain Syndrome (MPS). Many have never heard of these conditions and for those who have, many are misinformed. And because of this judgments are made that may not be correct… So I ask you to keep an open mind as I try to explain who I am and how FM/MPS has assaulted not only my life but those whom I love as well.
You see, I suffer from a disease that you cannot see; a disease that there is no cure for and that keeps the medical community baffled at how to treat and battle this demon, who’s attacks are relentless. My pain works silently, stealing my joy and replacing it with tears. On the outside we look alike you and I; you wont see my scars as you would a person who, say, had suffered a car accident. You wont see my pain in the way you would a person undergoing chemo for cancer; however, my pain is just as real and just as debilitating. And in many ways my pain may be more destructive because people can’t see it and do not understand….
Please don’t get angry at my seemingly lack of interest in doing things; I punish myself enough I assure you. My tears are shed many times when no one is around. My embarrassment is covered by a joke or laughter, but inside I want to die….
Most of my “friends” are gone; even members of my own family have abandoned me. I have been accused of “playing games” for another’s sympathy. I have been called unreliable because I am forced to cancel plans I made at the last minute because the burning and pain in my legs or arms is so intense I cannot put my clothes on and I am left in my tears as I miss out on yet another activity I used to love and once participated in with enthusiasm.
I feel like a child at times… Just the other day I put the sour cream I bought at the store in the pantry, on the shelf, instead of in the refrigerator; by the time I noticed it, it had spoiled. When I talk to people, many times I lose my train of thought in mid sentence or forget the simplest word needed to explain or describe something. Please try to understand how it feels to have another go behind me in my home to make sure the stove is off after I cook an occasional meal. Please try to understand how it feels to “lose” the laundry, only to find it in the stove instead of the dryer. As I try to maintain my dignity the Demon assaults me at every turn. Please try to understand….
Sleep, when I do get some, is restless and I wake often because of the pain the sheets have on my legs or because I twitch uncontrollably. I walk through many of my days in a daze with the Fibro-fog laughing at me as I stumble and grasp for clarity.
And just because I can do a thing one day, that doesn’t mean I will be able to do the same thing the next day or next week. I may be able to take that walk after dinner on a warm July evening; the next day or even the in the next hour I may not be able to walk to the fridge to get a cold drink because my muscles have begun to cramp and lock up or spasm uncontrollably. And there are those who say “but you did that yesterday!” “What is your problem today?” The hurt I experience at those words scars me so deeply that I have let my family down again; and still they don’t understand….
On a brighter side I want you to know that I still have my sense of humor. If you take the time to spend with me you will see that. I love to tell that joke to make another’s face light up and smile at my wit. I love my kids and grandbabies and shine when they give me my hugs or ask me to fix their favorite toy. I am fun to be with if you will spend the time with me on my own playing field; is this too much to ask? I love you and want nothing more than to be a part of your life. And I have found that I can be a strong friend in many ways. Do you have a dream? I am your friend, your supporter and many times I will be the one to do the research for your latest project; many times I will be your biggest fan and the world will know how proud I am at your accomplishments and how honored I am to have you in my life.
So you see, you and I are not that much different. I too have hopes, dreams, goals… and this demon…. Do you have an unseen demon that assaults you and no one else can see? Have you had to fight a fight that crushes you and brings you to your knees? I will be by your side, win or lose, I promise you that; I will be there in ways that I can. I will give all I can as I can, I promise you that. But I have to do this thing my way. Please understand that I am in such a fight myself and I know that I have little hope of a cure or effective treatments, at least right now. Please understand….
Thank you for spending your time with me today. I hope we can work through this thing, you and I. Please understand that I am just like you… Please understand….
Copyright of http://www.fibrohugs.com Written by Ronald J. Waller
What a wonderful description this journal entry gives to people trying to explain this “thing” to others who don’t have it.
I’ve been diagnosed with MS since I was 22 years old, and now I’m 50. Long time dealing with this disease. I am disabled physically by MS now, but I’m fortunate enough to do whatever I can to still have fun!
You make your life what it is. Mine is challenging, but I always did love a good challenge!
(and of course I make a million mistakes typing now! I can’t see very well, and my fingers don’t move very well anymore. Hey…mistakes happen, right?
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I have never come across this letter before but does it speak in volumes for people with MS or what? I love that line “I am still me” Ironically I just wrote a poem, yesterday, after feeling so frustrated with my husbands frustrations with my illnesses. My poem is called I am still me. Read it here:
beingammey.wordpress.com
If I made any sense at all, I am just saying thank you for sharing that. I am goine to post a link to it on my site as well.
Nice to read your blogs,
Ammey
Oh, Ammey — what a lovely poem. I’m posting a direct link to the poem itself here so my readers don’t miss it. Thanks for visiting the Sunshine! http://beingammey.wordpress.com/2008/03/06/i-am-still-me/
By the way, how is your experience with Tysabri?
Kim
Thanks Kim,
I will have my first infusion in a couple weeks, so I will be posting about it for sure. I have had so many IV Steroid infusions, that at least I am already familar with the process. I just hope the side effects are ok. I was on Copaxone, and before that Betaseron. My experience with those were awful!
Thank you for posting a link. I am sure we will chat again sometime, see you around!
Ammey
My daughter was just diagnosed this past week with MS. It was such a shock and this letter means so very much to me in helping understand what she is going through. I find your stories so very encouraging in what right now seems a major storm. We have so many unanswered questions and it has taken so long for her to find out what is wrong….only she knew something was wrong and kept fighting to find out when doctors and family thought it was all in her head! Thank you because this will help me to help her!