![]() I Was Still Taken by Surprise by the Appearance of My Legs The size and number of bright spots on my MRI from one scan to the next are as obvious (and ominous) a representation of my personal journey with the disease as any. ![]() My physiotherapist is often wont to point out things like the state of my left (most affected) leg relative to my stronger right side. There have been plenty of incidences of independent confirmation of these physical effects. That it’s not me who walks like a man who got started in life a couple of decades ahead of me. I glance away and pretend that it’s not me in the window. But the practical side of that understanding is something I usually avoid. I have a theoretical knowledge of what MS is doing to my body. I Know That Age and MS Have Changed My BodyĪge and multiple sclerosis (MS) have both had a hand in that progression. More likely than not, however, he’s probably the me that everyone around me has grown used to recognizing as the me into which this body and mind of mine have devolved. He’s not the Trevis I thought I was projecting into the world around me. He’s a bit thick around the middle and, while not completely unfamiliar to me, he’s not someone I immediately recognize.Īs you’ve likely guessed, that old guy that I see now and again is my own reflection walking along with me and suddenly visible in the occasional shop window or glass door. He walks a bit off balance, with a limp, and is almost always assisted by a cane. I’ll often catch the image of an old guy out of the corner of my eye.
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