This is the story of how I became a patient columnist.
Three years ago, I was still walking. Shambling, anyway. I could get up and down stairs but had to rest before reaching my ordinary car with fitted hand controls.
To go somewhere on my own, I needed someone to put my self-propelling wheelchair in the trunk. I also needed help at my destination to get it out again. However, I rarely went out alone, as the exercise class I’d been attending for over five years was too far away. The drive there and back was enough, let alone shaking my booty.
When I first turned up at the class, I overheard a staff member say, “It’s like he doesn’t have MS at all.”
My world shrunk, and my decline was spectacular. Falls became a way of life.
Coping through writing
One day, I sat down — far safer than standing — and wrote a comedic piece about MS-related falls.
I had started as a journalist and had a go at creative fiction. The writing bug compels people. It’s a type (ho-ho) of self-therapy, compounded by an inescapable urge to write.
I was enough of a pro that I didn’t write for free. The one-off comedic piece lay dormant on my laptop. Meanwhile, I got on with the daily grind of producing a live satirical comedy show. I’d only been writing topical jokes for years!
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