"I couldn’t walk without support and I couldn’t drive because my arms and legs were too weak.
.... I was battling to get through the day without anybody noticing how difficult things were. I felt like crying, I felt so alone because I was keeping this all secret.
.... It wasn’t so much about my boss's reaction, it was more about my own bloody-mindedness to not be impacted by the condition.
So next time I’m in a pilates class and feeling stuck, and feeling upset, while I'm remembering that six months ago I was able to do this move ... I've learned to focus on what I can still do ..... and acknowledge that the wheels of grief will still keep turning.