Two

Two.

My lucky number (from a piano competition as a kid).

Two.

Today, two years since I had an MS attack.

Two years since I woke up, could hardly walk, was beyond tired, and called my doc to request steroids.

Almost two years on Ampyra, the drug supposed to help with walking, not with MS attacks.

Two years of improvement with walking, sitting, standing, and much more.

Two years I thought would never happen.

Two years when other things were too much.

Two years when those other things, that were too much, did not lead to an MS attack.

Two years of exploring what is next.

Two years of change.

Two years of being glad I hadn't given up.

Two years with God beside me as I traveled down a different road.

Two.

Peace.