There is bird poop on the outside of my storm door. A big white clump of bird poop. It has been there for weeks, maybe months. I can’t accurately pinpoint the date because I first noticed it after having been out of town for a month. After the flight home, my friend dropped my exhausted … Read more here…
It was Elmo that finally did me in. Yes, Elmo, as in Tickle Me. But maybe that is not fair. While he was the catalyst, it was really his helpful, female puppet friend Betty Lou that was the root of my actual demise. It didn’t help that I came late to the magic and wonders … Read more here…
Warning– this most recent blog post is written just days after returning from a month-long family vacation where the main travelers were two sisters with MS and their mom. It is absolutely not politically correct to call someone with multiple sclerosis, stupid. It is not even ok to call yourself stupid if you have MS … Read more here…
Like with everything else related to multiple sclerosis, it makes no sense that this disease would turn me into an Olympic worthy gymnast. It makes no sense as my whole life I have been an athletically challenged clutz. I still remember clinging for dear life to the neck of my 3rd grade gym teacher as … Read more here…
For the most part, we are all pretty nice people who want to be kind to each other. But when you have just been told that you have a chronic, debilitating, life altering disease, you are likely not feeling so great. So when someone wants to talk to about your diagnosis you likely appreciate their … Read more here…
It is the afternoon and I am shuffling around my house, trying to focus. I have my lists; all the MS helpful tip books suggest lists. There is the to-do-this-week list. There is the to-do-before-Christmas list and the things-I-should-try-to-do-in-general list. There is, of course, the things-I-should-try-not-to-forget list. But the lists and lists were not helping … Read more here…