Whatever it takes. More than ever.
I will keep you updated.
A thing I am pretty sure about is, that every MS is different to the other. Maybe not just “the big three” (PPMS, SPMS, RRMS) are existing, but dozens or even hundreds of forms exist. They seem to be as individual as the patient.
Unfortunately I think they will never be able to and this makes me really sad. Sure, the effects of this disease are similar. The myelin around the nerves is sclerotizing and this has similar effects, but the reasons behind it and the healing(!) are completely individual.
But the key to healing lies within everybody her- or himself. Yoga, Meditation and a careful diet are important and can help, but even though they might help a majority of patients, its not guaranteed it will help you or me.
We are as individual as our disease.
While I am doing quite good process in my head and strength and flexibility in my upper body, a recent strong cold (as I call it) or “flu” (like local people call it) tied me to my bed the last two weeks and forced me to interrupt my “learning to walk again”-program.
Just some minor and shaky steps in the backyard for the beginning. But hey, its a start, right? Slowly I try to teach my legs how to carry my body again.
Well, my first times on a squat-toilet here in Sumba were quite challenging. Saying anything else would be a lie, but after some weeks now I seem to have adjusted. Its still kind of new to me, but thinking of a western standard-toilet is starting to feel strange now.
Something deep inside me even seems to appreciate it. Many scientists say squatting is the most healthy (because its the most natural) way to do ones business. Aside from that it is supported by the daily squats I included in my daily yoga and exercise-schedule and hey! I don’t know about your family, but at least my grandparents always had a small table in their bathroom to place it under their feet and help them to put their body in a more squatty position!
Well, I am not. After the second night with few/bad sleep, I was cruising through the beautiful 3rd world-jungle of the island of Sumba on the backseat of a local Ojek-driver (please note, its NOT a Go-jek-driver, it seems to be the precursor) and while I slowly started to realize that I am really knee-deep in an amazingly beautiful environment, I had a hard time not falling off that bike.