Fighting Myasthenia Gravis (MG)
If someone had the ability to go back in time and tell the 18 year old me that at this age, I would be fighting a battle as big as this, my 18 year old me would be FLOORED . The past few months felt like we were going through an endless tunnel. It felt like fighting an invisible enemy. Slowly we were getting our footing. Slowly moving forward. Earlier this month, we received a ray of hope. A possible way for me to feel better. Those slow steps have led us here. Now. Waiting for a plane that would to take us to Manila. With a bag full of hope and love. Ready to continue to fight..Hoping to be in full remission when I go back home. This is my story. This is my journey. A journey of a mother of three. My own Myasthenia Gravis story. EPISODE 1: My legs are sore and arms are weak. I easily get tired and if I am tired enough, my eye would go droopy. It's really surprising the difference between now and a few months back. How a life full of promise becomes so challenging. Ho