I was rudely reintroduced to my physical limitations today. I have been at Creighton for over two years, and today is the first time I skipped a class because of MS. I have missed classes when the kids were sick, and a couple of times from being snowed in, but never for being sick myself. I’ve even gone to school with pneumonia before, more than once as a matter of fact.
Of course, this year has been kind of an experiment for me anyway. With my youngest starting school, I decided to start attending classes full time during the day, which means Tuesdays see me at school from nine in the morning until ten at night. This would be a challenge for even the healthiest of people. Add to that the fact that I have been without go-juice (narcolepsy medication) since Thanksgiving due to insurance issues (What’s that? The government doesn’t like spending thousands of dollars a month on my medications? Well, I don’t like having MS. Wanna trade?), and it might be more appropriate for me to look at today as a blessing.
In two years this is the first time I have had to miss a class because of MS. What an amazing feat! One accomplished only by the grace of God, I assure you. It is days like this, when I am faced with the stark reality of life with MS, that I am reminded of the lesson that the Apostle Paul learned himself through experience: God’s grace is sufficient for me, for His power is made perfect in my weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).