A stitch in time....

I feel as if I am completing an intricate part of a tapestry panel - one of those bits where the stitches are new and you have to look from the instructions to where you are sewing several times before the stitch is complete - and then do the same thing for the next stitch.
I'm learning, slowly, how to do these new MS stitches. And I'm making progress on the tapestry that is my life.
Fortunately, I've had good teachers as I progress. Old friends who are supportive, family members who keep me sane, newer friends who tease me and make me laugh, MS friends with whom I can share this adventure and contribute some teaching of my own.
The challenge of the changing stitches, the need to fit them in around the pattern I've already done, makes the overall picture immeasurably richer, even as it makes it more dificult. Sometimes it feels like the project is too big, that I've messed it up, that there is no reason to finish.
Then my helpers arrive, and show me how much I've done already, remind me that I still have more to add. Bless them. And give me my needle back. I have a flower to add in this corner here.....

Wondering....

SO here's the thing. A completely unpredictable disease, with completely unpredictable day to day outcomes. How does one plan? Can one plan? Or should I take the path I've always taken in life and drift along in the current, sometimes kicking out a little to the fast running centre of the stream, sometimes leaning to the edges where I get to spin around a bit, resting for the next push...
It's stood me in good stead up til now. I've been in some gentle hands, for which I am grateful. When an opportunity falls through or I get stopped in the water, generally there's another tasty thing floating by that I can grab. Many people would believe that's the hand of God. I don't know. I do know that whoever put together my particular parcel of molecules was generous. I am able to grab, able to swim forward, mainly unfearing as I face the world.
Today, I can think. The balance is a teensy bit off (hahaha) and the pain level is not insignificant, but I can think and I am not exhausted. I am grateful. I am so grateful. Every day when I can think is a gift, that I only now appreciate so very much. So, thinking ahead, I push outwards again, reaching into the faster current. I don't know how long I'll be able to ride this time, but I need to grab the chance while I can.