Miss to Mrs. to MS

It's strange to think it's been 6 months  since I got my diagnosis of RRMS. Somehow that  day in February feels like yesterday and ages ago all at the same time. Time somehow finds a way to move so much differently when you have a chronic illness; there are days where you feel miserable that seem to never end, while there are days where you feel healthy and normal  that are gone in a flash. Then there's those lucky spans where you're nearly symptom free or at least feeling good for a few weeks at a time if you're so fortunate, and you look back when they come to a close and realize just how long you were able to coast along as if back in your old life, your "old" body, your old world. My dad made brief references to these strange sensations of time throughout his battle with cancer and I never really understood what he was talking about, but now - now I get it.  I've learned a lot about myself in the last six months living with ~diagnosed~ MS. (Lord