I’ve had my struggles with MS, but it’s been my observation that using my Irish temper to my advantage has done just that – given me an advantage. My battle cry is “FUMS” and I want to share that spirit with other MS’ers and their families, friends and caregivers. It really is all about the attitude. MS – Multiple Sclerosis – is so unpredictable. It changes day to day, hour to hour – sometimes, minute to minute. In a lot of ways, we’re at the mercy of our bodies. We’re never really sure what’s going to happen next. Lack of control, anyone?
I NEEDED control. I wouldn’t call myself a control freak – but I enjoy having control over situations and this MS nonsense was pissing me off! So – the one thing I knew that I could control was my reaction to this diagnosis – to the symptoms – to the pain – to the fatigue – to the loss of control. I decided right there and then – from my bed, where I spent the majority of that first 6 weeks – that I was going to give this disease some attitude. I identified the enemy, focused on it, and then spoke to it. And what did I say to it? FUMS! That’s right. You heard me – FUMS. It’s a strong statement. It’s bold. It’s got energy – and it really gets the point across. My sweet 83-year-old mother asked if I couldn’t just tell it to go hell, but really, that doesn’t say it like I feel it. FUMS does! So, join me in my journey with the monster – and say it with me – FUMS, FUMS, FUMS!