one year ago, k. and i boarded a plane to puerto vallarta. i didn’t know it then, but my life would change on that trip. i came down with shingles, which caused a MS flare, which caused chronic tingling in my legs that took 6 months to go away. eventually, it led to my diagnosis.
i had no idea what i was walking into when i got on that plane. quite literally and figuratively, i was leaving behind my life as i knew it. the cascade of events that would follow changed me.
this is just the start of an entire year of anniversaries.
since that spring break trip (my first and only in a shamefully L O N G college career) i can feel the difference in the me before diagnosis and the me after. last semester feels like a dream. it is the bridge between the two me’s–the months where i transitioned between them. it’s not that i don’t believe in the same things that i did before, or that i can no longer relate to the hopes and dreams that i had before diagnosis. it’s just that life in general feels different.
last semester was 4 months of sadness and fear and loss. and now i’m past the initial shock and i no longer have tingling legs (although i still do get tingling occasionally when walking). but i haven’t lost that sense that sometime soon the other shoe will drop. i am learning that i will probably always feel that way.
maybe next year i can learn to be ok with that.