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It's nearly 13 years since I was first diagnosed with the MonSter.
Here is my letter to it. Fancy writing one yourself?

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Dear MS
I refer to your dramatic visit 13 Sept 1998 when you dropped in on my life without any invitation and brought me termporary paralysis and permanent deafness. I feel you may have had me under surveillance prior to that, and perhaps have visited for short periods in the years before. I wish to make it entirely clear to you that you were and are completely unwelcome. I will fight you with every breath I have and everything you throw at me I will attempt to find a way around it and thwart your evil agenda.

For the first few years I was in denial about my limitations, now that you have moved in permanently, and I fought against you - not realising I was fighting myself. Now thesedays I have 'the measure of you' and I have treated myself better, am kinder in my judgements of myself, more relaxed and calm. Please do not mistake acceptance of you existance as defeat.

You have taken my beloved career from me, hearing from my right ear, many friends, many abilities and a lot of my sharpness, and other things that I don't wish to publish here; but in other ways I am still a vital and strong person. I have seen what your powers are and having hit EDSS 9 on your dramatic visit in 1998 I understand that no amount of positivity will change your agenda - it is just down to what you choose to do to me.

However, I advise you to give up (let me say more plainly, MS you can F*ck off) and move on as I have no intention of giving up any time soon.
Yours sincerely
H aka WW.
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Hah, feel slightly better now!

Good for you!

However, I advise you to give up (let me say more plainly, MS you can F*ck off) and move on as I have no intention of giving up any time soon.

The lines from the Dylan Thomas poem that I use for my signature say it all for me.

Keep fighting and do not go gentle.

Robin

Well said Robin! - you are far more succint than I am though - or at least Dylan Thomas was.
Sigh. I know it's just foolish sabre-rattling at my MS. It calls the shots. But sometimes I just feel so frustrated all over again.

Dear you MonSterous piece of bovine faecal matter

I am writing to you today to let you know and leave you in no doubt exactly what I think of you. For starters you are a THIEF. You've stolen the best years of my life. You've stolen my health. You'e stolen my independance. You've stolen my pride. You've stolen my abiity to particapate in life. You've stolen my marriage (although admittedly that might have been for the best).

You came into my life uninvited, took it over and left bits and pieces in your wake. You not only have done this to me but to countless others, leaving them wracked with pain, lonliness and nothing left to do but survive.

MonSter if ever I top myself, it will be as much to kill you as it will be because I've had enough.

One day science will find a way to destroy you and when that happens it will be an end to your thievery and souless existance.

Go to hell.

Your's most sincerely,

That's told it Choco Grrr to MS.