Multiple sclerosis survivor doing well on her own
“I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1992. At the time I was thinking, I can live with this. My mom freaked out. But I told her, ‘It’s not cancer. It’s not AIDs. It’s not going to kill me. It’s going to be a pain in the butt sometimes, but I’m going to live with it.’ And that’s what I’ve done.
“There are a lot of MS blogs and websites for support and stuff like that. I’ll read things like, ‘Please pray for me. I’m having such a bad day. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.’ I hope people won’t misinterpret this, but that’s not me. I can’t hear that. I’m not the type of person who’s going to sit there and say, ‘Please do this for me. Please do that for me.’
“I guess it’s because of my dad. He passed away in May at 80 years old. He was in the Army Reserve for 30-something years. He was a civil engineer who built himself up into the executive vice president of the company. He worked all the time. And with him, if there was a problem, you take care of it. You don’t expect somebody else to do it for you.
“I understand why some people ask for support. In my job, people call and need help all the time. But personally, I’m not looking for somebody to hold my hand and say, ‘It’s going to be OK.’ I already know I’m going to be OK. I’m going to make it.”
— Nancy Worley
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