This year marks 17 years since I was diagnosed, 25 years that I’ve been working for the bank, and I still can’t believe either. This year was also one of those milestone birthdays that I’m still a little confused about. Where the hell did the time go? As I’ve gotten older, I’m much more aware of my mortality but I cyah tell a lie; while I am extremely grateful to be around (Lord knows I have many peers who are not), I haven’t quite grasped the idea that I am the big 5OH! When? What?? How??? Dealing with ms (and even the ‘vid over these past 2 years) has taught me more than ever that stressing about things over which I have no control makes no sense. I can prepare for the future, and I’ll hope for the best but because I just don’t know what the disease has in store for me or what trajectory it will take, there are things that I cannot plan for or worry about because I will go mad and potentially miss out on life. I can put my affairs in order, stay as active as I can, eat “properly” (for the most part) but I don’t spend time thinking about whether there’s going to be a day that I cannot live on my own or that I cannot walk anymore or that I cannot do the things I enjoy doing today because that worry and stress is not worth it. I live in the moment and focus on what I can do today. Now more than ever, if I want to do something and can afford it within reason, I do it. Life is just too short and u never know what is around the corner (heard the perfectly awful story of that the other day). A lot of my peers are members of club’72 and so I’ve been going to birthday parties and reconnecting with peeps. That coupled with the fact that we’ve been cooped up for the past 2 years makes 2022 a grand old time so far. My friends and I clean up well, we look great and we know how to party and have a good time!
