Don’t worry, I am so healthy…

September 13, 2018

Sarah blogThe only people who know I have MS are my closest friends and family. I work hard to keep this circle small because I abhor the expressions on people’s faces when they learn of, well, my incurable disease.

The silent stares of pity while, I imagine, they imagine me in a wheelchair. The knitted, upturned eyebrows of worry when they learn that I don’t take “life-saving” pharmaceuticals.

I know that I should welcome the compassion. Instead, I just want to punch their sad faces.

Even their cheery, generic words of encouragement make me angry (hey, anonymous blogs permit blunt honesty).

I feel a gaping, impassable divide between us: the healthy (them) and the convicted (me). Convicted with a life sentence. I don’t want to be reminded.

I am quick to tell anyone with ears in this small circle that it has been more than 15 years since my diagnosis, and I have no wheelchair, no cane. I meet my 10,000 step goal each day.

For those to whom I would never divulge my diagnosis, I work very hard to project an image of extraordinary health. I refer not infrequently to my experiences. From running two marathons to playing on high-school and college teams – I was a tennis-doubles champion and voted “most improved in a single season” on my swimming team.

I trekked in the Annapurna range in Nepal’s Himalayan mountains with a giant backpack and no prior training because I am so darn strong and a little dumb.

I have navigated the uneven pavement on the twisted streets of Hanoi. Uneven pavement — a colorful description for most, but a nightmare for anybody with walking problems…not me! I am so healthy, I didn’t even notice the uneven pavement… except I really, really noticed.

I have done all of those things over the years and more. More, I said! I don’t mention that most of those activities happened before my diagnosis. While I am still very active, MS has limited me in some ways although that’s another story.

For both groups, I am “in the closet.” While, truthfully, some days are good and some days are bad, my constant message is: don’t worry, I am great! I am sooo healthy!

I practically brag that a bizarre side effect of MS is that I get the common cold much less frequently than the average person. I don’t go into detail about the reason why: my immune system is in over-drive and tends to attack everything from the occasional bug to my own spinal cord. Details.

I feel a distinct pang of guilt for lying to anyone whom I convince that I am healthy because each person’s “disease course” with MS is unique.

Despite all of my efforts toward health, I still have an incurable disease and could end up in a very, very bad situation. Let’s be honest.

Officially, nobody dies of MS; however, I know of people in their 30s and 40s with MS in nursing homes on 24/7 care, and there are people who die from complications of MS.

Dr. T. Colin Campbell says in The China Study, “No group of diseases is more insidious than autoimmune diseases.”

Insidious. Ugh. Definition: “stealthily treacherous or deceitful; operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way, but actually with grave effect.”

Most of the time, my “lie” is harmless — I spare my friends, family, and even strangers of worry, and their lives mostly won’t be negatively impacted if my health declines.

But in some ways, my proclamations of good health are the worst kind of lie. My husband will absolutely suffer from declines in my health — our plans for an international and active retirement — poof.

Of course, he could divorce me (and I would let him do it without objection), but I know it would break both of our hearts because we have such a nice life together.

For my employer, who sends me on assignments overseas to conflict zones or developing countries with plenty of uneven pavements — what would be the cost of medically evacuating me, if I am incapable of doing that work that I love?

In fact, I did not divulge my MS when I accepted a two-year assignment in Kabul, which in retrospect was an invaluable, life-changing experience.

In our pre-travel, preparatory “hostile environment awareness training,” we practiced defensive tactics in gun fire, which required me to run a short distance, leaning down with my head tucked. I could do it, but not without effort… but I convinced the trainers that I was capable.

Before and since then, I have taken many assignments overseas without any noticeable problems. If I had told my employer that I have MS, and I did not travel out of an abundance of caution, what would I have lost?

What risks did I knowingly incur for myself and my employer? What effect did the stress of that working environment have on my health?

Was I selfish, stupid, or hopeful — or maybe all? I think quite a lot of one of my favorite books, “Crime and Punishment,” in which the main character’s mental health rapidly disintegrates from the guilt of getting away with murder. It’s not such a stretch. This s#!+ could get real.

Is there no hope? Yes, absolutely, definitely, uh-huh, yep. There is huge hope, based on scientific evidence, that overcoming MS is possible, thanks to groups like OMS.

I devour anything that fuels my favorite theory: nature loads the gun, but the environment pulls the trigger. My daily choices are a big part of that environment.

I believe in my heart — and now I have mountains of evidence to support — that I will stay mobile and healthy if my daily choices are impeccable.

If I exercise, eat big organic salads, use only toxin-free beauty products, meditate, sleep a minimum of seven hours each night, journal, cultivate healthy relationships, and spend a lot of time with my beloved, furry pets. Phew, it is a full time job being impeccable.

Except when I am not impeccable, and then I feel a tidal wave of guilt for likely (yes, very likely) subjecting my loved ones to the burden that MS has the real potential to become.

I swear that 99% of the time, I reject the cookie or whatever other zillion temptations with which we are pummelled incessantly in the U.S.

The other day while on vacation, I ate a microscopic piece of baklava (no wider or taller than the top joint of my pinky) because it looked really, tasty, and I didn’t want to be a party pooper.

Everyone else’s pieces of baklava were multiple times the size of mine, and my friends looked so carefree and happy eating it. I actually figured that I had some karmic credit for being so impeccable on so many other days, months and years.

The next day, I got a familiar, totally predictable rash at the corners of my mouth that happens whenever I eat dairy. The rash was just like the eczema that covered my face like a hard mask of red crust for more than a decade before I changed my diet.

Other times, I stay up too late doing something fun and get fewer than seven hours of sleep. I figure that fun cancels-out sleep deprivation in the mysterious cosmic equation. Or does it?

No, I am here to remind myself and you that I am fooling myself, and the cumulative effect of bad choices is bad health for me.

For others without MS, enjoy the baklava! But for me, I need to keep my eyes on the prize of good health.

That prize is a million times more enticing than the baklava, even while others knit their eyebrows in pity or confusion, depending on whether they know that I have MS or think I am just a radical health nut and party pooper.

For me, dessert is an orange (or whatever fruit). I will never deny that I want that fricking baklava, while still I marvel at the awesomeness of Mother Nature, who provides everything we need, including dessert.

Impeccability is impossible. I know that, logically. But to those with MS who doubt it or who, like me who was mostly symptom free throughout the decade following diagnosis: I say, proceed with extreme caution.

MS is not a joke. I would add all sorts of expletives to drive home my point, but I subscribe to the philosophy espoused by Dr. Jelinek that we are not aiming to conquer our disease. We need to care for our bodies.

Ultimately, MS scares the s#!+ out of me, but the evidence fills me with a tidal wave of power.

Here, I return to enormous gratitude — for the rash at the corners of my mouth and for the ever-present, ultra-subtle unsteadiness in my walk — that reminds me that MS ain’t going anywhere.

I am grateful for the knowledge of what I can eat and do (based on mountains of research) to get rid of the rash at the corners of my mouth; stop the vertigo, numbness, and tingling in my hands and feet; walk more steadily, and so on.

I have yet more gratitude for the strength to lift really heavy weights in a gym class full of other healthy people, jump rope (even though I can’t run — go figure), and meet my Fitbit goal.

In the old days, I hated exercise. Now, I marvel at its instant, positive effect on my body.

The truth is that I can only do my best. My charades to convince you of my glowing health feel like I am dragging a huge bag of wet socks.

Your pity devalues all the scientific evidence that I have a right to have hope, and it enlarges the gap between us. So I’ll give you a break if you give me a break.

Don’t ask me how my MS is doing, please — I can’t explain it, and it shape-shifts. If you are interested, ask me about the power of nutrition, and then I can convince you. Please treat me like any other human being — no pity, no worry.

And I will not try to convince you of how great I am doing; I might even admit to you that today is not my best day. I may end up in a wheelchair in the future, and you might get eaten by an alligator. Or vice versa. Let’s just be real and have some fun.


The author of this blog wishes to remain anonymous, but welcomes your feedback in the comment box or at her blog: www.blessedwithms.org.

This blog is dedicated to my beloved husband and life partner, who was the first person to disabuse me of the belief that I was powerless with MS shortly before I found OMS, who never lets me pity myself, nor pities me, who always expects the most of me, and who makes me laugh hysterically (the best medicine) when I am crying, angry, or pitying myself. Thank you, Sweetie.

21 thoughts on ‘Don’t worry, I am so healthy…

  1. Speechless.. this is the story of my life, and no doubt of many others out there! Thanks for being so real and so funny. And reminding me that I am not alone. <3

  2. This is great; touching and honest. If other people have a problem, then it’s their problem. Take care and good health, although it sounds like you’re doing just fine!

  3. Aww wow you put into words how I feel everyday!! Lost count of amount of ppl I would like to punch in the face but like you say, a distance grows with these people!! Thanks for the laugh.

  4. Good for you!! Your indomitable spirit is the great inspiration in this piece.
    Your physical reaction to baklava is impressive, too. Whoever made it certainly did not completely clarify the butter to eliminate all the milk solids – even though the butter fat is another taboo. Ah well, upward and and onward. We think you’re an absolute winner!

  5. Virtually every word you wrote is my exact situation. I told only 3 people. My incredible husband and one other couple. I don’t want to worry my elderly parents. And I loathe pity. And I feel like a liar on a daily basis. I too worry about my employer finding out. I’m an electrician, so I climb ladders on a daily basis. I’m not that many years from retirement and I wonder what kind of life we will have. What I will potentially burden him with emotionally, physically and financially. I wish us all well

  6. Thank you for sharing your life story! It encourages all of us with the MS diagnosis when we read such positive, hopeful, realistic accounts of life with MS. Keep living life to the fullest!

  7. I would love insight on how you explain to people why you eat how you eat, and how you deny the foods you are avoiding when offered..
    Also, what type of diet are you following?
    Thank you SO much for sharing this, I’m on a similar boat

  8. Interesting .. I too only share my MS with a select few as I, as you still am relatively healthy and active.. I do adhere to the OMS diet with a few cheats here and there but only oil cheats not diary or meat :-). Great that you are sharing your post as you are inspiring others.. something that is critical for some people who are unaware of the OMS program x

  9. Muchas gracias!!! Todo lo que dices, me acompaña desde hace 20 años cuando me diagnosticaron. Mi EM ha vivido en secreto conmigo y es duro, muy duro ver las caras de las personas que te ven egoísta, extrema en las decisiones en nutrición, y en la vida maravillosa y fantástica que tengo. Y muchos días llorando por dentro de soledad e incomprensión. Y pienso que soy una persona con suerte porque aún camino, trabajo, me muevo……. Y detrás Mi Compañera de Vida siempre ahí, siempre como una sombra.

  10. Hilarious… and I relate so much!!! I’ve clocked up just over 26 years with MS and lots of people still assume my limp is due to ongoing knee problems, probably because I look so sporty and eat so healthily and I let them think this because I’m sure it’s better for them… and an incentive to me for keeping up my game. I also know about the guilty feelings you mention which for me often circle around being in the closet and so contributing to the myth of MS=wheelchair because the rest of us are invisible. However, we need to do what’s best for us and if that is remaining in the closet, so be it. If it means leaving the closet to be able to access help then that is what we need to do. Like you say, each journey is different. Thanks again, your black-humoured story gave me an uplifting start to my working day.

  11. I can really relate to a great deal of what you have said – especially the uneven pavement in Hanoi! I too was finding the uneven ground whilst on holiday in various countries challenging (all before my diagnosis) and was wondering, what the hell is wrong with me!
    I also have a problem with peoples sympathetic looks when I tell them I have MS. I don’t do pity very well but I have found that it is easier for me to just to tell people if I feel they need to know. And yes, I then have to go into a bit of a lecture about how I am actually very well in so many ways and it is not a death sentence. It’s hard to hide sometimes, especially in my yoga class!

  12. Love your story and know how you feel about people knowing about your MS. Don’t want the pity either or the stares and talk on how I am looking and doing. Wish I had known about the healthy diet earlier. Sadly it is too late for me as I am confined to a wheelchair now with the extra problems that go with it. Keep going on your journey with the healthy living and resisting the temptations of all the healthy people. I wish you nothing but wellness on your journey. Keep upright on those legs.

  13. I felt like I was reading my own story. I have not been diagnosed as long as you but 3 years down the track am the fittest, healthiest and strongest I have been in the last 15 years. All due to choice. No meds, no progression just great food, exercise and awesome people close to me that support my choices. Thank you for celebrating and giving volume to wellness within this disease.

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