Hope in itself is healing. I left my Doctor’s appointment with a smile on my face. I almost had a spring to my step. My doctor’s parting words to me were “I will help you.”
These past two years I have learned about acceptance. I have found ways to live within limits. I have given up many activities. I have practiced doing things differently. Muscles throughout my body are weakened by Myasthenia Gravis. Hopelessness moved in right next to acceptance.
Today I am beginning a new medication regime. My physician’s hope is contagious. I am hopeful.