Test, Yes This is a Test

As an MS victim individual, I never dreamed that I would be disabled. Who would, unless they were in to nightmares? Who would ever expect to become a burden to others, dependent on friends and loved ones for things that we all take for granted? Sure, these things do happen, but they would never happen to me. Right?

I am certain that most of us MSers share this basic feeling, regardless of gender. What I believe matters most are what we do with our lives once the reality sets in. Maybe, it doesn't fully sink in for some time? It didn't for me. I was going to beat this thing, bounce back, overcome the dread disease, in the same way I had always successfully overcome obstacles, by shear determinations: resolve, action, faith and âWill~Power!â This is a test.

Well, it was most frustrating to discover that my old methods of passing the tests were largely ineffective in the battle to be normal again. I had the resolve, just not the endless reservoir of energy from which I could always draw.

I would take actions, affirmative actions! Some of them impulsive and not affirmed by my physicians and professionals who have had experience with âProblem~Patients,â like me. I would become a test for them. I would even become their problem. Yeah, as if they didnât already have enough tests of their own going on in their professional and personal lives?

OK, I would defeat this deceitful devil then with faith. If I havenât been as close to my Devine Maker, Iâll see is I can be reunited. Heb.11:1 says, âFaith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not yet seen.â Well, I havenât any problem with the hope aspect, at least. And
James 2:26: âFor just as the body without the spirit is dead, so also faith without works is dead.â I am already into the works by my taking actions. Right? If Iâm not getting the desired results, perhaps I will need to study further? Job 36:15: âHard times and trouble are God's way of getting our attention!âI am not really certain I like that...

Increasing my frustration was the fact that the strength, I could muster, was being increasingly consumed by mundane tasks involving movements. Simple things, like taking out the trash, were not so simple anymore. Everything, it seemed, was now a major task, an incredible object to be overcome.

At every turn, the same ugly question loomed, âShould I do it myself, or ask someone with legs that work to do it for me?â Tough test for an individual who has been independent. I suspect that this feeling of frustration has engulfed virtually every person with a debilitating disease or physical injury. Our response to this critical question is the subject of this article.

For slow learners, like myself, who resist what ~ we must come to realize ~ would have saved other people an incredible amount of frustration, this is an âOpen~bookâ test. Question: âShould we routinely ask others to help us?â Answer: âWe should ask for help.â

If our marriages and relationships survive, we learn to appreciate our partnerâs commitments to us ~ in ways well beyond what we might have ever imagined that person capable of. Maybe, we might wonder, if the situations were reversed, would I have been so committed? I hope so, but really ~ I wonder ~ would I have been?

When we fail to ask our partners or others for assistance, even when we want to believe we can do it ourselves, we put even more of a burden on the very ones we donât want to bother. Hey, they are bothered! I see it is a selfish act to cause people who care about us to worry that we might cause injury to ourselves or to others.

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