It holds true for everyone, but it’s
especially poignant when living with a chronic debilitating disease. Disability
may be inevitable for me. But it may not.
I can stave off these MS milestones as much as possible, but knowing
that I may not be able to do things in the future motivates me to do what I can
now.
I hit a frustrating MS milestone this week.
I wore the absolutely most beautiful high-heeled shoes I’ve ever owned to a
formal event. In hindsight I can see that after three hours of socializing and dancing that my feet
cramped, my nerves quit firing correctly, and my MS symptoms took over. Usually
the impacts are subtler. This time there was no mistake that MS had caused my ankles
to buckle repeatedly. I could tell that my feet weren’t staying put or moving
on command any longer. While standing still, one foot started to turn under
against my will. I paused, tried to regroup, and took a step. My right ankle buckled. I took the arm of a
friend who supported me. I paused again to regroup and thought I could will my
feet to cooperate. I took another step, and my left ankle buckled under me.
Again grabbing my friend’s arm, I steadied myself and tried to regain
composure. After a moment, I moved forward and both of my feet buckled. Then I
realized this was MS. This was my MS, and no amount of will would override my
feet not functioning.
Holding my friend’s arm and with her other arm
around me, I steadied enough and realized I needed to remove my shoes. My
ability to wear them that night was done.
I removed my shoes and walked barefoot to keep up with my friends. It
took walking a distance of ten feet or so before I felt my feet would be able
to cooperate again. Fortunately, my ankles weren’t giving way anymore. It was
another hundred feet before my feet stopped spasming.
Practically speaking I think this tells me
that I can wear high heels for walking and standing, but dancing in them may no
longer be a good idea for me.
I was slightly embarrassed that people
seeing me stumble may think I was drunk. I wasn’t drunk, but it’s a reasonable
conclusion given the venue and the party atmosphere. Once I’d moved on to
another area of the party, I figured people just assumed my shoes were uncomfortable
and I was carrying them because I didn’t want to walk in them anymore.
I realize people may think that it’s not a
loss to not be able to wear high heels. It’s true that I can have a wonderful
life wearing flats. It’s also true that some people have no interest in wearing
unconventional, impractical shoes. But to me there’s a difference between not
choosing to wear them and not being able to wear them anymore. Yes, people may
judge me as self-sabotaging with this, but I think with all life lessons we do
what we can until we can’t anymore. How
we find out we can’t do something anymore varies, and sometimes we require
numerous opportunities to learn the lesson before we change our ways.
I will keep wearing the impractical shoes
when and where I can. I will also start looking for beautiful lower heeled shoes
that still make me feel special. I’m glad I made a conscious effort after I was
diagnosed with MS to start wearing shoes that were fancier and less practical.
I want to take the opportunity to do things and be who I want for at least
portions of my life. I think it’s better to have done it and remember having
done it than to regret never trying.
This is bigger for me than the shoes. It’s an
indicator of the many things I may lose as I age with MS. I know the risks, and
I’m taking the chance even when it triggers symptoms. It’s walking a fine line
of doing what’s good for me and doing some things that may be physically
difficult but emotionally nurturing. I already feel older than my years given I
deal with daily inconveniences that people I know 10-20 years older than I experience.
I don’t want to give up things until it’s clear that it’s best for me or the
consequences become too great. For me the consequence of triggering a pseudo
exacerbation, where symptoms act up but no new disease activity occurs, are
acceptable. Reflecting on this experience leads me to believe this was a pseudo
exacerbation. I know this because the symptoms were temporary. While my
fatigue and stress levels have been elevated for some time, I've been able to keep them manageable with
lots of self-care.
Pushing myself to the point of triggering an
exacerbation with new lesions is not worth it to me. Knowing when my actions
are one or the other is tough to discern, but it gets easier each year. I pay close attention to my body and how it
responds to what I do, eat or think, and I think I’m able to tell the
difference now. And throughout this life journey, I’m going to enjoy each step
of the way, recognize limits as they emerge, and adjust as I can. But I’m going
to make a special effort to do a lot of things now that I may not be able to do someday.
So far, today is not that day.
Read Wearing the Pretty Shoes: Part II for more on shoes.




