There is no map to where I am going. No one has travelled the exact same road on which I travel, although more than 2.3 million people in the world are making the same journey at this moment in time. No map exists; even with that huge number of travelers, each road has its own twists and turns, humps and hollows and more than a few cul-de-sacs.
This journey is not planned, it is thrust upon us. We have no say in the matter and we have no control. It is like a giant fairground. It has roller coasters – thus the humps and hollows. It has carrousels – thus going round in circles, getting nowhere. It has dodgems – thus all the bumps and knocks. It has a giant lottery wheel – but no prizes are allocated. It has a ghost train and as we travel on the train major obstacles and scary things pop up and frighten us.
The road is a one-way system. Actually it is more like a train running on invisible tracks through a continuous tunnel with no light at the end.
But wait, is that a pin prick of light I see? Has the train slowed? Have I noticed some people disembarking? I shout gleefully that the answer to all three questions is yes, yes and yes.
This is the Multiple Sclerosis (MS) journey and thanks to major research breakthroughs, that pinprick of light has appeared and it is getting brighter. Returning to the train analogy medications are now available that slow its progress. Hope has appeared on the horizon that the train may be stopped dead in its tracks and sometime in the future I hope that the train station will be closed and no more passengers will be allowed on board. One day I hope to be able to announce that MS is a thing of the past and has been consigned to the medical history books.
I hope to be able to say “I had MS”.