For years I had been going to the doctor, with this problem, or that problem, or the other, yet we couldn’t seem to figure out why I was having any of these problems.
One especially bad day, when my limbs all felt like they weighed 200 pounds each, and while just sitting, I felt like I was going to pitch right over onto my face. I went to the Emergency Department at my VA Hospital. They ran tests, they did a CT-scan, and after eight hours in the ER, I was admitted.
There was still no explanation as to why I felt the way I did. The next day an MRI of my brain was done. Four days later, on Friday the 13th of July, 2007, I was visited by my neurologist, who then told me that she was 99.9% sure that I had MS. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they also found a 9 mm aneuryism on my right, inner carotid artery, which required surgery ASAP.
Two weeks later, the surgery was done, but the MS was still there. It came to the point where I needed some help in order to keep on living independently. The VA ordered an aide for three hours, twice a week. That was the beginning of the rest of my life.
I got an aide who was the wife of a biker church minister. I hadn’t thought about religion, or anything close to it up until then, and I didn’t want to hear anything from her about it.
Then one day, I asked her about it, checked out their church, and continued to go until I found God, which didn’t take very long.
That was when I had my now-I-get-it moment. Things weren’t just happening to me, there was a plan in place that no one but God knew about, or why it was there. I one day suddenly realized that if I hadn’t been diagnosed with MS and the aneurysm, I would not have found my way to God. What a rough road it has been, but the benefits of this plan, way out-weighed any need for an explanation to the question, “Why?”
Now I know.