My name is Mette..

Pioneertown Hotel

Yucca Valley

The truth about MS is that this stupid disease is stupid in different ways for each person that has it.

The truth about MS is that it’s like Whack-A-Mole— every time you think you understand it, something else pops up. Unlike Whack-A-Mole, there is no satisfaction of hitting something or winning prizes.

The truth about MS is that there are bad days. And good days. And bad days intertwined with good. But you really appreciate the good days because you don’t know when the bad ones are coming.

The truth about MS is that it comes with profound sadness. I can post a million funny anecdotes about having the disease but there is always this sadness lurking behind the words. It’s sad to have a disease. It’s sad to have a body that fails you.

The truth about MS is that it changes your life. Find supportive people. Meditate. Breathe. Hug an animal. Do nice things for yourself. Read. Live presently. Sing karaoke. Play laser tag. Okay, the last two are for me.