Talked to another teacher at school today. His wife was diagnosed with MS over the weekend. She's 40. So far it sounds like she'll be fine, because she's already saying (he says) things like "maybe this is a sign that I shouldn't be worrying so much about everything." I told him, "don't panic." Life goes on. And feel free to ask me about any wacky therapy, because I've probably tried it. :-) She's one step ahead of me in one area: she's already mentioned that maybe she should go see her psychologist. I've never gone to therapy, but I should have. D. didn't believe in shrinks, thought that he should be able to handle everything. He's not often wrong, but he was in that case. It's too much for anyone who cares about you, because they can't help you and they really, really want to. It's hard to watch. That's why I don't often tell my parents when I'm having a bad day/week/month MS-wise (fortunately, usually I'm fine). The look of panicked worry in my mom's eyes just isn't worth unburdening myself.
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