Having MS means I have to make difficult decisions. I have to be willing to know my body and what I cannot do.

This is supposed to be my busy time. Kinda like xmas for the vast majority here. I make breads, tons of them during this time. So much that I bought an extra freezer and had an electrician safely wire it in my garage.

The whole process is complicated and I have taken great pride in pulling off what seems to be an impossible feat.

There has always been a great satisfaction in this crazy time.

But I just sent out an e-mail telling "my people" that I cannot fill their orders. I have never met some of these people so it may even be the first time they learn of my MS.

I know I have to pay attention to my body and try not to give in to a pity party but writing the e-mail and pressing the "send" button is just a little more of me that disappeared today.