Fighting a Giant

The funny thing, as Asghar pointed out to me today, is fighting a disease is not exactly a “fair fight” The disease is like a giant - it’s big, ugly and relentless. And I, in battling the giant, am armed with what amounts to a tiny needle rather than a sword.

This isn’t a hopeless situation, however.

If I keep at it and needle this giant I can wear him down. Although it may take awhile to see the giant fall, it isn’t impossible.

I like the visual, imagining just what an exceptional pain in the ass I am to this stubborn giant known as MS. I am beating it down. I am wearing it out. I imagine it annoyed, beleaguered, and despondent.

Because, hey, that is often how it makes me feel – seems fair, doesn’t it?

This summer, the giant has thrown some challenges my way. But I have my needle, it’s sharp, and I am poised to needle my way through.