If there is such a thing as a biological clock, then mine is defunct. Because if it were working, surely it would have alerted me, say, five years ago to start thinking about having a family. Instead, it waits until a most inopportune moment to finally chirp up. Oh, you have MS now? You are… Continue reading Crummy timing
Category: Multiple sclerosis
Bring out the gimp
To which I ask, which one? The one with a slight foot drag who stammers a lot and has to take a shot every other day? Or the other one who blanks out if food doesn't come in regular intervals and takes a shot every day? Nick and I make quite the pair. No, no… Continue reading Bring out the gimp
Of poise and fortitude
She sat there, smiling, this wisp of a woman. Her alabaster skin almost translucent, looking thin enough to flake off like onionskin. What hair she still had was frizzy, no so much styled as simply left to hang shaggy at her angular shoulders. Every bone protruded in a way that looked painful, contorted. Her chest… Continue reading Of poise and fortitude
April is the cruelest month
Mixing memory and desire. It was this time last year that I knew something was amiss. There was an inkling of trouble that barely registered in my busy life, but it was there. Had I paused for longer to analyze it, would it have mattered? It was this time last year I was late. You… Continue reading April is the cruelest month
A shot in the dark?
Nope. Didn't happen. Turns out I will use any excuse not to take my medicine. I'm like a 3-year-old that way. With another round of spring storms stomping through central Arkansas, we were a little more prepared last night for the onslaught. Or so we thought. Power out at 8. We hadn't even made dinner.… Continue reading A shot in the dark?
How to be hopeful
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. The most you can do is live inside that hope, running down its hallways, touching the walls on both sides. HOPE: AN OWNER'S MANUAL Look, you might as well know, this thing is going to take endless repair:… Continue reading How to be hopeful
I’ve got some explaining to do
And that, folks, is called a meltdown. A crying jag (OK, several) at work despite my friends buying me lunch, another friend delivering the most adorable cake-pop basket and stargazers from my husband. Despite the fact that I'm alive, I can put food on the table and gas in my car. That I have dear… Continue reading I’ve got some explaining to do
I hate today
I don't feel special, honored or particularly grateful for much right now. I feel used, stressed and broken. Yes, please tell me that I should change my attitude. I have. Those who have seen me day in and day out know that I try to stay upbeat not dwell on my condition all that much.… Continue reading I hate today
Staring down the enemy
There's a perfectly rational and not unhealthy reason to fear that which outnumbers you. Bees. Killer ants. Toddlers. Tweens. Stairs. Yes, stairs. I have never been a fan of them. Even in my physical prime (oh, say 16-19, the glory years), I can remember avoiding stairs, always opting for their fun cousin, the escalator. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gwGcP8QbH8… Continue reading Staring down the enemy
MS Walk 2011
It's in the books. And thanks to my support network, Team Word Herders raised $640, surpassing the goal I set for us and putting us 16th in the top fundraisers. I had an awesome group of people with me for the walk - Nick, Crystal, Shannon, Beth, all of them I've known since college. And… Continue reading MS Walk 2011
One, Wild & Precious 