A Mother's Battle for Her Boys From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Count Your Blessings By Sherri A. Stanczak I live for my sons. I would be lost without them. ~Princess Diana When the doctors diagnosed me with multiple sclerosis, I was twenty-five years old. I was supposed to be in the prime of my life. Not to mention, I had three small boys, ages seven, five and two. My illness also put a big strain on my marriage. Sometimes I think it was actually harder on my family than it was on me. My boys didn't understand what happened to their mommy, my husband didn't know how to deal with it, and my parents were in denial. I wasn't glad that I had MS, but it did explain some of the unusual things that had been going on with my body: numbness and tingling in my legs, blurred vision, lack of bowel and bladder control, and weakness and fatigue. My physical symptoms were difficult to manage, but my emotional state of mind was even worse. I had always been such an active mother. The boys filled my days with all kinds of activities, including going to the skating rink, the park, ball games and being room mother. When the MS flared up, this put a halt to some of these activities. For one thing, my vision seemed to be affected more than anything. When this would happen, I wasn't able to drive. During these times we couldn't even leave the house. (Keep reading) |
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