I have a friend who’s truly blessed. Aside from the typical struggles that come with being an adult, he has few problems. Seriously. Neither he nor a loved one has had any major medical issues. No one in his immediate family has passed away yet, and while he’s not rolling in it like Scrooge McDuck, he’s always had enough to get by.
Part of me envies him. I’d love to not have to live with multiple sclerosis (MS), to go through my days without worry, to not make accommodations for my disease. But that ain’t the way it worked out.
However, the other part of me — the steel-eyed realist who knows that life isn’t all sunshine and gummy bears and that sometimes making it in this world means doing hard things — worries for him. He’s slightly older than I am. How is he going to handle it when the surgery, the diagnosis, or the death comes? Will he be able to cope? How can he fight back without any armor?
