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If you’re in the Wrong Airport, you Might have MS

Chicago MS Summit Part II

Part 1 of this post appeared on my blog last week and is titled,

Meet Me in the Windy City

Novartis provided all the airfare, hotel, meals and travel costs for this summit.


I surprisingly still had a lot of energy after the summit ended. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised as I had taken one of my legal speed (ooops, I mean prescription stimulant) pills that morning.  I was glad I did.  The day was beautiful and I wanted to explore a little of the city.

I had heard that Navy Pier was only a mile or so away and while I didn’t know what Navy Pier was, it sounded fun. Problem was, I didn’t have directions and I only had two hours to explore.

I walk better than I stand and one mile is no big deal. But due to the time and no directions issue I chose to take a cab there and then walk back.  The first cab I spotted was driven by an Asian man who may not have spoken English well.  I asked if he would be willing to take me to Navy Pier, feeling bad that it wasn’t a huge fare for him.  He waved me in.


We drove for a bit and I checked out the famous Chicago architecture.  Then we were stuck in traffic.   Up ahead I saw a huge building with the Navy Pier sign.  It was then that the cab driver said “traffic bad.  You walk. You get out!”

Some people may have been offended but I thought it was pretty funny; especially since he might have been trying to save me a bundle because as we sat in traffic the meter was running.  I had never been kicked out of a cab before and I crossed that off my bucket list.


After exploring I did walk back to the hotel and met my fellow bloggers in the lobby for drinks, Chicago deep dish pizza and lots of fun conversation. One of the positive things about multiple sclerosis (yes, I said it.  I said positive and MS in the same sentence.  It’s rare but possible to do that,) is the new friends you can make on the MS journey. I’m grateful for all of them.

When fatigue finally crashed into me like a freight train, I faced a dilemma.  There were to be fireworks that night and some of my fellow bloggers were going.  They encouraged me to join them.  I wanted to go but MS concerns overwhelmed me.  Despite the throbbing in my legs I could probably walk to the fireworks well enough but didn’t think I could stand through them.  And I was tired.

One blogger had a wheelchair I could use to sit in during the display. (You know you’re at an MS summit when someone has an EXTRA wheelchair.)  I debated considerably.  I wanted to go.  But taking a wheelchair for me seemed too much. I can walk.  How does it look to see me walking and pushing a chair and then having to sit in it when I stop? Who cares how it looks?ID-100300822

When I said my fellow bloggers and I were at different levels of MS progression I didn’t just mean in terms of symptoms.  I also meant in terms of acceptance.

Ultimately I skipped the fireworks and told myself it was because of the early flight in the am and that it was ok because I had already had way more fun than I expected.  I went up to my room and proceeded to mentally berate myself all night to the point of absolutely no sleep at all.  Yes, I was beyond exhausted and the bed was super comfy.  But still, I tossed and turned and thought and cursed until the morning.

The good thing about not getting any sleep is that you are already awake when you need to be. I got ready and headed to the airport in plenty of time for my flight.  While in the restroom I heard rumors of a cancelled flight. I figured it must be another plane to Boston. But I was wrong.  My 10:05AM American Airlines flight had been cancelled-no reason given- “they just didn’t have a plane-too bad” and was rescheduled for 8:35 PM.


Huge lines formed as passengers tried to figure out what to do.  A phone number was handed out for complaints and possible alternatives. When I called I was told to go to the next reservation desk for help.  The agent there spent 10 minutes telling me and other passengers why she was too busy to help us.  We were told to stay in line and maybe they could help in another hour or so.  There were no seats near her desk. My legs were hurting.  I needed to make more calls.

It was then that the germ-a-phobe in me collapsed unto the filthy terminal floor and used it as my personal office. I didn’t have the energy to spend ten hours hanging out in the airport and I had no faith that there actually would be a 8:35 flight. I had lost faith in American Airlines.  Actually, I had no faith in them before either but a free trip is a free trip no matter who you fly with.

I called my preferred airline Southwest and was thrilled to discover they had a flight at 4 PM and I had enough rewards points to cover it- yahoo!!! I booked it and set about to finding the Southwest terminal.


I was struggling cognitively.  I saw a sign that said Millet with a picture of a bed.  What is a Millet bed?  Is that an area where the passengers can rest for a bit?  How could I find it?  I could sure use a Millet bed.  It was several signs later when I saw it again and this time the sign with the bed read Hilton.

The first security guard I asked about the Southwest terminal said “you can’t walk-that’s a whole different airport.”  He must have been a wise guy and so I ignored him and kept on trudging. I saw a sign for an airport shuttle service and asked them if I could take the shuttle to the Southwest terminal.  “No, they told me, that’s at Midway, a whole other airport.”

I still wasn’t getting it. I figured Midway must be another name for Southwest. I had enough of these bozos.  I went outside to the taxi stand and asked how much it would cost for a cab to take me to the Midway terminal. $60 I was told.  And while I stood with legs that felt on fire and breathing in the exhaust from the shuttles, he explained that Midway was actually another airport in Chicago.  Chicago had two airports and I was in the wrong one!

What could I do?

I did the only thing I could think of at that point.  I bummed an unhealthy stress cigarette from an airport employee on a break and told her of my sad plight.

Before I get rebuked please know that I don’t smoke.  Not really.  I used to smoke but I quit because smoking is very, very bad.  I only smoke when I’m stressed.  Or when I am drinking with friends who smoke.  But if there was ever a time for a stress smoke it was then.  And since the air outside of an airport is so bad anyway, it didn’t seem like one cigarette could do that much damage.


The employee was very nice and we chatted before I got into a cab and she went back to work. And yes, $65 dollars later and more sightseeing of Chicago highways I was delivered to my second airport of the day, coincidentally, much closer to the hotel I had been staying at.

Finally at Southwest I felt better.  Until I had to wait in another line at yet another desk.  I was told to step aside as my wait could be ten minutes or so.  And again, there were no available chairs.

At this point, the tears started. I couldn’t help it.  I do not like to cry in public. It’s humiliating.   But the fatigue, pain and frustration were just too much. It was through my tears that I asked for a wheelchair.

It had happened.  I accepted that sometimes on this MS journey, I’m going to need help.  And I’m just going to have to get over that.

If I want to have fun, if I want to get around, if I want to have a productive life, sometimes I’m going to need a chair.

Or a cane.

Or cheater eyeglasses.  (Those may be more necessary due to old age but you get the drift.)ID-100283174As it turned out, it was going to take them a few minutes to get a chair to that terminal and so they helped me right away so I wouldn’t have to keep standing.  And then they found me an empty seat right in the boarding area specifically meant for people with disabilities.  I didn’t look the part.  I didn’t care.  It was where I needed to be to rest my overwhelmed body.   It was there I waited for my flight home.

So while this MS Summit was for Novartis to learn from the MS community, it helped me to learn too. I learned that life is better with help, no matter how that help presents itself.  Be it a friend with an extra wheelchair or a helpful airline that just rocks or a lone woman on a smoke break.

The next time I fly I will take Southwest and will make sure I have the right airport.  And I will also ask for a wheelchair if I need it.

Maybe, just for fun, I’ll ask for two….



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Meet Me in the Windy City

Chicago MS Summit  Part 1


My blogs this week and next detail my unique version of the events that transpired during an MS Summit sponsored by Novartis Pharmaceuticals Corporation.

Novartis provided all the airfare, hotel, meals and travel costs for this summit.

When I first started writing about the crazy and frustrating aspects of my life with multiple sclerosis it was to keep myself from actually going crazy.

After a lot of time and a lot of writing, I started thinking maybe I could use my writing to make a buck or two.ID-100200197

When neither of the above writing goals came to fruition but readers started commenting that I made them smile, I then discovered the real goal of writing- to help others.  Helping others is important, even if I am still crazy and poor, and thus why I keep on sharing my MS stuff with all of you.

What I didn’t realize was that every so often, a drug company does care and wants to hear what people with MS think.  To this end, Novartis recently invited 10 MS bloggers to a summit in Chicago.

How they picked their 10 I’m not sure but I was thrilled to be included.  I had never been to Chicago and couldn’t wait to see a new city and meet up with my fellow bloggers, many of whom I had met before, most of whom I followed.

Novartis asked us to come talk to them because they said we were in “the space.”


I’m not totally sure what that means but I think it has to do with the fact that they couldn’t really invite all 2.5 million people living with multiple sclerosis to Chicago as the city isn’t THAT big.  But they could ask people who write about MS to come and then share what we are hearing from our readers and tell Novartis about it.

At first I thought, well that doesn’t seem fair.  How come I get to go and others don’t?  Then I thought, screw that, it’s a free trip to Chicago!

And I’m so glad I went.

Novartis chose MS bloggers with different experiences, different levels of progression and different writing styles and so reports from the summit can and will vary greatly.

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I arrived in Chicago to a rainy, cold and yes, windy city.  No wonder it has that nickname.  There was to be a dinner that evening where we bloggers could visit and meet some of the Novartis staff who would be hosting the next day’s events.

I was to have two hours of sightseeing time before the dinner but the rain and heavy traffic it caused put an end to that.  I did do some sightseeing though.  From my hotel window I saw a Dunkin Donuts, which I promptly walked to get some hot tea.  Nothing says familiarity to a New Englander than a Dunkin Donuts logo.

Then I rested.

Then I had a great dinner with some great people complete with delicious pasta, free wine and crucial to top notch brain skills, chocolate.ID-100212435

The next morning started with a healthy breakfast and a roundtable by Chicago area MS specialists who wanted to talk about symptom management.  I wasn’t expecting much- hadn’t we all heard this info before?

But I was wrong.  The panel had lots of tips and so did my fellow bloggers.  We were able to learn from each other things we didn’t know, may have known but forgot, may have decided weren’t relevant, or maybe didn’t want to believe.

For example, Kegels, yoga, probiotics and water really ARE important even if you don’t want them to be.

Limiting beverage intake in the late afternoon doesn’t really help your OAB at all, especially if you are also dehydrated.

There really isn’t a treatment for cognition issues except for overall MS wellness techniques and yikes, aerobic exercises.

You can do aerobic exercises even if you are fatigued and have trouble standing which was depressing as there went both of my excuses.ID-100214898

We helped each other with different tips.  I sat next to a Novartis employee who had brought diet soda with her to drink during the summit.  My experience of breaking my diet coke addiction got to her and she switched to the free water instead.

What surprised me was how so much of the discussion focused on information from the urologist on the panel.  Ironically, as soon as she started to talk everyone suddenly had to pee.   One by one my fellow bloggers went to the bathroom.ID-100100959

I had to go too but didn’t want to miss anything.  So I tried to hold it and cursed myself for forgetting to do my Kegels.  It got hard to hold when the urologist actually said “new information about bladder control is constantly trickling down..”

I couldn’t help it.  I cracked up and elbowed my fellow blogger to my right. He got it of course.  We MS’ers know a good MS vocal faux paus when we hear it.

I was in even more trouble as the bladder talk turned to talk of cognitive issues and I certainly had to hear all of that.  Turns out my particular form of cognition trouble has to do with the executive functioning component of the brain which sounds really fancy but is troubling as there is not much you can do except to have someone close to you correct your mistakes.  Since most of the people close to me are pretty crazy themselves, I could be in big trouble.

It’s amazing I even made it to Chicago in the first place considering my executive brain non-functioning component.  Thankfully, Novartis was prepared and had smart people help me.

At this point, I really, really had to use the restroom.  But the next topic was sex and that was far too interesting to miss.  After sex came, naturally, pregnancy and since you have to have a sex life to get pregnant, I finally had a time to use the bathroom without missing too much.  I made it but barely.ID-100334880

The rest of the summit consisted of a healthy lunch, and a dialogue between us bloggers and Novartis about social media, patient interactions, what has worked for bloggers as far as reaching an audience, medical technology and various campaigns to help inspire the MS community while spreading MS awareness.

The day brought some great discussions, and not once were any particular drugs mentioned, including Novartis manufactured MS medications.   This fact made me feel as though Novartis really did want to hear from the MS community.

As the cost of disease modifying drugs continue to skyrocket and patients continue to be VERY concerned about the motivations of the drug companies, it was good to feel heard.  I hope me and my fellow MS bloggers provided some great information that came directly from what we are hearing in “the MS space.”

If we didn’t, well, we at least had a blast!


Tune in next week for the rest of the weekend adventures including getting kicked out of a cab, a major MS realization and how MS and I survived twelve hours of airport frustration!

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