Auntie Jill, because you wouldn’t give-up, I finally realised I shouldn’t give-up either.
Auntie Jill went on and on at me not to give up my job; sending email after email, text after text. But I just kept ignoring her because she would never understand what it was like to live with MS. She didn’t know how hard it was. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do anything to keep teaching, but sometimes it just takes so much out of you, you feel like you have nothing left to give. Then one day, a pupil gave me some chocolates to thank me for helping him through a particularly tough project, and I realised Auntie Jill was right. Why should I stop doing what I love? MS is not the boss of me. And from that day on, I demanded more from my life with MS.
What made you demand more from your life from MS?