A few years ago I found myself standing in front of my sink crying because my hands had stopped working and would not let me do the dishes. For a mother of five children this was a problem: there are always a lot of dishes.
I felt violated. Multiple Sclerosis had invaded my body, rearranged my hopes and desires and now this disease was not only impacting me but those I love. My family’s normal was changing.
Yet, as scared as I was of the future I still had to accept the irony of the present situation. I was literally standing in front of the sink crying over the fact I couldn’t do dishes! I thought to myself, “EmRee, nobody cries when they can’t do dishes!”
