No. This is not some sappy note to the love of my life. This isn’t a tale of romance or an ode of affection and adoration. It’s just a milestone. One year as an MGer. Since you can’t catch MG like a cold or the flu (facts about MG), you’re born with it. So my MG has been in here all along, waiting for the moment to strike. It’s just been one year that I’ve labeled an MGer.
If I had to actually write something to my MG, I imagine it’d be quite reminiscent of the spoken letter from Alfalfa to Darla from Little Rascals. Just imagine it: “Dear
Darla MG, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You’re scum beneath my toes.” Short, sweet and straight to the point.
Okay. Maybe not those exact sentiments but I can definitely relate. Check out my real letter to my MG below.
I can’t believe I’m writing this. Do you know what today is? It’s our anniversary.* cues Toni Toni Tone melody to play in the background* what did you get me? Oh a symptom free day? How sweet of you. You shouldn’t have. Oh no wait, you most certainly should have. I’ve heard many people say that the first year is the hardest. Man they were NOT lying.
Like any great antagonist, you came into my life without warning. First you did sporadic pop ins and then decided to stick around more permanently. I remember it like it was yesterday. All the tests, all the appointments, all leading up to that moment when I heard the doctor say “It’s Myasthenia Gravis”.
You’ve made this past year of my life borderline indescribable. You have been a worthy opponent to say the least; pushing me off my life plan and giving me a good run for my money. Even when I tried to ignore you and continue to “do me” you made it clear that you were in fact here to stay. Those first 3 months were excruciating. The more I fought it and ignored the boundaries you were establishing, the harder you fought back, bringing on new and more severe symptoms. But like Steve Urkel did to Laura Winslow, you wore me down.
I think I’ve experienced every emotion under the sun. The confusion of what exactly you were. Hell I couldn’t even pronounce your name correctly for a while let alone be able to explain you to someone else. The hopelessness of having something incurable. When you hear the words auto immune, disease, and incurable in the same sentence automatically my mind compares it to something like AIDS. The fear of what having MG meant and the impact it would have on my life. What about my life plan? Will I be able to work, drive, have kids? The anxiety from never knowing how I’m going to feel day to day, hour to hour, second to second. Every day is like playing a game of Symptom Roulette. The anger and frustration of not being able to do what I once could do. The self pity and hatred from peering into a mirror and barely recognizing myself with droopy lids and looking like a long lost Klump family member.
The embarrassment from my wide range of symptoms and side effects. Shout out to my eye patch. I’ll never forget the day I literally fell walking to the mailbox. The love from an amazing support system who make sure to check on me and my progress. The excitement of being able to do some of the things that I couldn’t do during your reign like make it to my room without stopping for a rest. The sheer joy of coming down off medications.
I want you to know that while I most certainly could have gone through the remainder of my life without you, I think I have grown a toleration of you for the following reasons. You reminded me not to take myself so seriously, to let go a little more, to realize that even the most elaborate plans can falter by unforeseen circumstances. You’ve forced me to self-reflect more, to ask who I am and what do I really stand for. You’ve made it easier to discern the people who are truly down for me and those who are just extras that need to be clipped. While your name implies weakness, I feel through you I am becoming a stronger woman.
All things considering, I look forward to the rest of our lives together because for better or worse (or until they find a cure) I’m stuck with you. I’ll do my part to respect you and your position in my life if in turn you respect my desire to still live a magnificent life. Please know that although you are a part of me, you are not all of me. You do not define me or my life; you simply give me more meaning. I plan to show you, the rest of the world and most importantly myself that not even MG can stop MG (me).
If you could write a letter to your MG (or your autoimmune disease) what would you say?