I think there is an appropriate anger with all this and I like to think that God doesn't like it either. It just isn't the way things should be. But as I write I am pricked with the memory of moments when the limitations have brought relief. When I am let off the hook and find others jumping in to help me out. But MS just doesn't fit right, like a pair of jeans that is too tight. Thankfully my husband is already replacing the fridge and I got a hand with the shopping and clean up. All is not lost.
Life with multiple sclerosis - dreams cannot be chained