I can tell that the people close to me are getting used to the whole MS thing, because they’re starting to make jokes about it.
I mean, I know it’s not funny. This is a serious disease with serious consequences. But what a relief – what a heartening, life-affirming, sweet relief – to have friends who are willing to look past the terrible and just accept that this is a part of my life now and things can still be funny.
It’s kind of a fine line and this is very dark humor. I’ll spare you my version of it here, because it’s not for everyone. But when I stumble across a person who laughs at my jokes or – even better – makes one first, it warms my soul. I put those moments in my pockets and save them to enjoy again later.
Bright sides. I’ll take them.