and even if my symptoms get better and better each day and my life begins to resemble the one i had pre-diagnosis, ms has still won. it won in my head, it made me fearfull and refusing some opportunities because who knows what mischief would my body suddenly decide to engage in. which is not a very reasonable fear since my mris have shown no new or active lesions for 4 years and i feel better each day
As long as you live and breath you are fighting the battle for a better day today than yesterday, and a better tomorrow than today, so I don't see that it's won, it may have won the battle for your confidence and brain at the moment, but the fact that you can post that you can see it as a MS win, personally I feel you still have time to change that, and allow it to be a spur, to keep you moving forward, even though it may feel that you've hit the wall at this moment in time.
Even if the opportunities were one offs, they weren't the only time that opportunities occur, and with a better functionality of your body and mind, all it takes is a single step the next time opportunity knocks, to change the outcome of your future.
So don't give up or in to the fear and despondency, because both are a temporary occurrence, just a bump in the road we call life.
Many years ago, I was ready to go on holiday in Europe, travelling around by trains, from city to city and country to country, I had a friend see me off, (I think he suspected, that even with all the planning and preparation I had done, that I might not go through with it), I left and convinced myself to travel to London, then stay there if I wanted for the next 2 weeks, after a day in London, I chose to head for the English channel ports, because I could always stay there for the 2 weeks, then I chose to get on a ferry to France, because I could always stay on the French coast for 2 weeks, 8,700 miles later I had been to France, Monaco, Italy, Austria, East Germany, West Germany, France, Belgium, back to England and then home. The journey of a thousand, (or 8,700), miles begins with a single step, I went for the next 5 years and saw everything from Nord Cap in Scandinavia, down into North Africa, and from Portugal and the West of Spain, across to Greece, Turkey and the Balkan countries, each year I traveled between 8,000 and 10,000 miles, and experienced Europe in a way that only the adventurous ever get to visit, all because I got on the train to head to London.