The Kübler-Ross model, commonly referred to as the "five stages of grief", is a hypothesis introduced by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross[1] asserting that when a person (or a survivor) is faced with the reality of impending death or other extreme, awful fate, he/she will experience a series of emotional "stages": denial; anger; bargaining; depression; and, acceptance.
One year before I was told I had MS I noticed some things about me that seemed a bit strange. I mean on the outside I looked fine, but when I walked it felt a bit off balance and when I turned my head I would get dizzy. No big problem. Ill just graze my fingers on the wall when I walk and when I get dizzy I just won't turn my head so fast. Its amazing how the human body can unconsciously find ways to adapt in order to keep moving forward. As my symptoms became worse the more my body would try to adapt, to the point where I would risk my own safety. One morning I woke up and couldn't see out of my right eye. So I got in my car and drove to the clinic. This 1st stage is 'Denial.' (its ok, you can laugh) As far as I was concerned I was still healthy and everything felt fine. Maybe he'll give me some eye-drops and then I can hurry home to catch the last episode of The Bachelorette. It took 2 hours in the doctors office doing test after test for me to finally realize this was serious. 3 weeks later I was diagnosed.
There was nothing I wanted more than silence. I didn't want to talk, think or do anything, let alone say the words Multiple Sclerosis. At this time you would have found me in my bedroom zoned out. My thoughts had no colour, no sound just a silent shade of grey. As shocked as I was I had to keep this quiet. I had to make sure nobody outside the immediate family knew. I did this because I didn't want anyone's sympathy or pity. Imagine you walked into a crowded room with no clothes on, how would you feel? Embarrassed, ashamed, lost, confused, fuddled, sad, hopeless, worthless, exposed? These are common psychological symptoms of being diagnosed with MS. If there was anyway I could keep my clothes on in that crowded room I was gonna do it. This stage is the 'Bargaining' stage. Trying to keep tabs on who knew so it wouldn't get out, trying to postpone what was eventually to be inevitable. It's a line of defense to protect people from the painful reality.
I racked my brain over and over in my text books and spent hours on WebMd trying to find answers as to how I got MS. People who are at higher risk to get MS are Caucasian women over 40 and who may have it in their family. OK, so I'm not 40 and I'm not white and I don't have it in my FAMILY!!!!!!! So your telling me I'm that 1-2% chance of getting it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!This stage is 'Anger.' "Why me" was a question I asked myself a million times. I did everything right in life. I listened to my parents, I treated people with respect and kindness. I take out the trash but only if its not raining or snowing outside and I would even say hello to my neighbours, even when they have a bad attitude. I'm a good person and I don't deserve this! All my anger needed to go somewhere. Someone had to be held accountable for this..........so who could I blame? I'll blame God.
Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope."
As I would sit in church staring expressionless at the Pastor I couldn't find it in my heart to be angry at God. There has to be something to this, it just doesn't make any sense. As I pondered and sulked on my sorrows I felt a suffocating surge of despair and loneliness. This stage is called 'Depression.' The funny thing about this stage is that you can't do anything but surrender, your left with having to feel your feelings. This stage is hard. Its painful and it will come and go but that's where faith comes in. I would get these calls day and night from family and friends asking to see me and offering food, flowers and gifts. I was blessed to know I wasn't going to be alone in this.
Now comes the last stage. 'Acceptance.' In the past year Iv'e repeated this cycle about a hundred times but through the good and the bad I'll strive to find hope, faith and acceptance and this blog is a representation of that.
God Bless