Hold Your Horses

Last we spoke, I recounted Seth's diagnosis of MS. It's funny how you'd think someone else's illness wouldn't change your plans. I mean, it's not like you're sick, right? Oh, but the flawed logic of that...

My plan for the months leading up to diagnosis had been to get a job in Seattle and move there. I'd run into a few roadblocks, as anyone who has attempted an interstate job hunt can attest, and the depression was starting to set in. But deep inside I still felt that, hey, it'll happen soon. You want this. You need this.

When the news hit, my plans were dramatically halted. My somewhat slowly bubbling "job hunt/moving" stew was removed from the burner and set on the back of the stove. In fact it was damn near poured down the drain. How could I move now? My brother was sick! My family has a wonderful ability to pull together when things get tough, and I didn't want to be the weak link. I put off the job hunt and proceeded to freak out.

How Can You Be So Calm?

In the midst of my thoughts of "what happens next!?" and "wait... does that mean I'm going to get it?"—no, it doesn't, just for the record—my brother did something amazing.

He stayed calm.

I couldn't believe how focused and collected he was. It was a problem to deal with and he had his game face on. While I was freaking out in the corner over something that wasn't even affecting my body, he was plugging away, focused on beating this thing.

Unreal.

Soon enough, Seth not only had his diet entirely changed and mastered (it also helps that he's particularly talented in the kitchen), but he was looking into starting his own organisation for helping others in similar situations.

So yeah... go say hi to my big brother: sethbowers