There are times, like now, when secondary progressive MS seems Sisyphean. I push/pull my MS rock up the mountain, only to watch it roll back. I begin again but the rock does not go up the mountain as far before it rolls back.
Unlike Sisyphus, I have choice. I can settle into an easy chair with my self-pity. I rebel against the easy chair. I return to the push/pull of tai chi merging myself and my rock. And in those moments, my efforts of bodymind, my MS, and me are one: sad, even happy, and determined.
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