They say it's important to remember the days in our lives that change us. Define us.
So each year I do this.
Eight years ago today I walked into a doctor's office alone and was told my life would never be the same. Multiple Sclerosis.
A diagnosis that would forever change me.
I don't mark this day for sympathy or pity. But to mark that I am here. I am surviving. I am facing the daily challenges as best I can. And I am moving forward.
I mark this day to measure how far I've come. I've never stopped fighting or advocating.
It has been harder than I ever could have imagined. But I have done it; and will keep doing it.
And so today I celebrate the past 8 years and my hope for the future.
