I got to the secondary-progressive stage of multiple sclerosis (MS) three decades after my diagnosis. At this point in my life, every small thing seems difficult to do, even picking up something that was dropped on the floor. I do it, complaining the whole while about my loss of finesse. Three decades ago, I had finesse; now I do not.
But no matter — now I work with what I have.
I will admit that not every problem has a clear-cut solution. But sometimes just taking a stab at making something even a little bit easier is time well spent. My life with progressive MS has taught me that small steps can lead to big rewards. To read this story in its entirety Click the link : Using my Brain