Who Sings When I Get Knocked Down I Get Up Again

Well, the truly troll-y emails I received knocked me sideways and then style downwardly.

Unremarkably, I would read, fume, delete and ignore, but this yr has been fraught. Not the best timing.

The very medium which brought me to the trolls attention has once more become my saviour – my blog. Your comments and emails have been incredible; I've read them over and over again and they really have built me support. I honestly tin can't thank yous all enough.

I don't know where I would be without my supportive MS family.

I decided to write an open up answer the day later on The Teenager went on holiday with his dad, to give me time to gather my thoughts, have a few sniffles and many pangs of massive cocky-doubt, then be ready for when he gets dorsum. Which is today. Or and so I idea.

I sent him a text final nighttime wishing him a fab flight and had organised a solar day off work to selection him up. The refrigerator is stocked with high-protein foods and the shelves are bulging with Special K.

He texted dorsum, 'Yes, ta. Flight's tomorrow?????'

Yup, MS brain at work again. So I have another full day in a clean and tidy house, with no wet towels hanging up on the floor, no sink total of bowls, no loud music. Elation.

A bit more time to remember earlier I put the whole trolling episode behind me. It'south then piece of cake to hide behind a computer screen and spew bile. Information technology's also piece of cake to click 'send', without giving any thought to the damage inflicted. My blog is public – my name is on the photo at the elevation of the weblog. The only fourth dimension I remained bearding was when I was going through a court case for unfair dismissal, on the advice of my lawyer. As soon as the case was settled, I was out there.

I'one thousand existent and it'due south been difficult to write some of the posts over the final four years, just I think it's important to show what real life tin can be similar with an disease like MS. If I had written anonymously, I doubt I would take been more honest, and I wouldn't experience a connectedness with you guys, because y'all wouldn't know the real me. 'Hither'southward me looking fat with a couple of Tv set and movie stars!' 'Here's me, attempting to look intelligent and intriguing on Twitter!'

A funny thing happened to me today. I was browsing in a charity store (belongings a size 18 top, gah), when a man walked up to me and said, 'Hello, I know you!'. Long story short, I had bought a canvas picture of The Godfather for The Teenager from him through Gumtree a adept year or so ago and nosotros had got chatting on his doorstep. I mentioned my volume and he later bought it.

He said to me, 'Yous know, I would never commonly have read your book, but after coming together you I did. It's totally inverse my perception of MS. When's the follow-up?'

If u.s. peeps with MS tin can bring attending to MS, alive as well as we tin with MS and offer a manus-up to those of us who are struggling, our MS family is stronger together.

And so, that's MS and me – 1, Trolls – 0. Or, every bit The Godfather would say, 'Never hate your enemies. It affects your judgment.'

p.s. I just accept to include a annotate on my last post, by my Aunt Karin, my dad's sister:

As your aunt and your belatedly male parent'southward sister I must say how proud I am of you. Y'all are a joy and an inspiration to then many. Never allow your detractors dampen your spirit. They should "Stumble in Your Flats for a Mean solar day".
Uncle Ronnie and I love yous so very much.

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