I always heard bits and pieces of stories from 1994, the period when my dad was out of work due to a mysterious illness. It never amounted to anything at the time, as far as I knew, so I kind of wrote it off, which was easy since I was never privy to most of the details. It wasn't until 2010, when the symptoms came back, I started connecting some dots.
First, it presented in the form of vision impairment. I'm sure there were additional physical symptoms as well, but as the youngest daughter, I wasn't aware of every piece of the puzzle. Even though I was now an adult, I still wasn't really aware of everything going on.
I knew my dad had a doctor's appointment, but didn't think anything of it. I remember walking through the front door after being out and seeing my parents sitting on the couch. My mom turned around and said something along the lines of, "Well, it's multiple sclerosis," as if I should have been expecting it, maybe because they were?
I didn't even know what multiple sclerosis (MS) was, not really. But hearing my dad had been diagnosed with anything was way too much for me.
I didn't know what would change or