Change is difficult.

Change can be stressful.

Stress can cause exacerbations.

Exacerbations make us worse.

So of course people around me have been pushing for a slight change to our home.

Our house is kinda funky.  It is very contemporary.  Lots of neat angles and views.  The bottom level (of two) even has a brief pair of steps up and down.

The steps lead to important places.

These steps lead to the bathroom I use and eventually our bedroom.

The logical move would be to insert a new doorway directly into our bedroom through an office.

I have fought this change.  I did not want the dust and stress.  I have delayed the change about 3 months.

I have started a new rehab program.  The plan is more holistic.  Rather than physical therapy for 30 minutes and done for the day, the team does mental and spiritual (not religious).  My house has been evaluated for occupational therapy and it has problems.  The new rehab team made a visit and gave the house a wonderful grade on style and design, but a failing grade for me.

I had MS when we bought the house, but it was dormant.  I had been able to deny the condition to outsiders and myself.

Then MS got badish.  I am not confined to a wheel chair, but I must use a walker.  This change is only six months old.

I am trying to hold on to old times and feelings and abilities.

And I do not want or like change.

Hence, I am fighting my own body and reality.

My new rehab team spoke to my wife and the ball got rolling.  They spoke and everything started.

If I had been so stubborn, I could have stopped this plan.  But I did not stop the change.

I accepted and allowed the change. 

Reality is setting in and I am accepting the changes.

And they are good.

I will still use the half bath, but the doorway into our bedroom will make life easier. 

I can embrace change.

Take a deep breath and realize that change can be good. 

As my daughter says, just “Chill-ax.”  Hence chill out and relax.

And I have. And I feel better.