It isn't as bad as all that. I didn't learn to ski till the year I was diagnosed (1992) I thought "Oh, hell, if this thing is gonna stick me in a chair someday, or worse yet, kill me, then I am gonna go do the things I want before I can't do them at all.
It really makes you think. Not a day goes by that I don't think about it, but while it has slowed me down considerably, I won't stop!
I fell in love with skiing, and it saddens me sometimes. I know I get sensitive, what a loser I am, huh, but I know how some of the very challenged people must feel. The general talk is that women should be Hot, and if they aren't, then they should be able to fly off cliffs doing the Mosely dinner roll, and then they will be "accepted", more or less.
Well, I will never do a dinner roll, and I ain't HOT, never will be, I am just me, but my love for skiing is just as real as anyone's here, regardless of skill level. I will poop along as well as my skill and body will allow, and if you blow by me and wonder how lame it must be to be me, well, think again, cause until I Drop, I will be out there giving it a go. I will kick it's ass before it kicks mine
I will gladly take one set of side effects over the normal Crap if it gets me out there one more season.
Now, I must live closer to heaven.....