Friday, April 22, 2016

When too much information doesn't have all of the answers even if I have a really awesome husband named Tom

Have you ever had so much to say that you didn’t know where to start? My original purpose of this blog had to do with my recent diagnosis of MS, ironically, during MS awareness week. Yep…this girl’s definitely aware. And I’m the type of person who likes to busily look for solutions to the big problems so that I don’t fall apart. It’s not as cold and calculating as it seems. I am simply aware that I don’t always have the luxury of melting down in the moment. So I like to get all of the information, deal with it, freak out afterwards.

MS is such a pain in the ass this way. There’s information. But I’m not entirely convinced that most of that comes from people who know what the hell they’re talking about.

Think about it this way. When you read “my recent diagnosis of MS” some of you know pieces of what it is, whether it’s a list of symptoms or a memory of someone you knew who had it. I know that the first time it had been brought up to me, this was the extent of my knowledge of what MS was. And there are those who have up close and personal experience with MS. They either have it or they know someone who has it. And this group feels strongly about how one should approach having MS. Now, make MS a disease that is diagnosed by eliminating all other diseases, disorders and medical conditions that share symptoms of MS. And there are as many different experiences between patients who have the disease as there are patients with the disease. Though statistically speaking, it isn’t at all a certainty that I’ll need a wheelchair or that I’ll become disabled before I need to retire. However, if I lose my mind someday, chances are it’s because I forgot where I put it.

I stayed off of web forums during the diagnosis process. Nothing is more misleading than vehemently declared anecdotal evidence that EVERYONE needs to follow. And if anyone tells you that getting spinal tap is paramount to torture should try being the mom at Warped Tour. But as I’m dealing with the changes and challenges of actually living with it, I’m scouring the internet for stories of people who have had similar concerns. It was my hope that others could shed some light on what they’ve done to either make it better for themselves, or to cope with the reality that there are some aspects of this that are un-fixable. There are many things about health and wellness, pain management, fighting fatigue, fighting the bankruptcy inducing healthcare system in this country…

(Yeah, I went there. You don’t want to know what I just deleted.) 

Aaand…back to the point. The advice out there... Some of it speaks to me. Some of it is total garbage. There’s a plethora of information that floats somewhere between yea and nay. What I could learn about my situation has been helpful, if for no other reason than to know I’m not alone. But there are things people don’t seem to talk about and even then literature you get upon diagnosis danced around but ultimately failed to answer some of my questions. It doesn’t take a degree in medicine to tell me that having an incurable disease with an unpredictable prognosis will mess with a person’s self-image and emotional well-being. But of all of the contributing factors discussed repeatedly, there wasn’t a single reference to the possibility that having MS would change my face.


I’m not fishing for compliments or sympathy. I'm just being honest. I’m not saying this to get people to tell me how bad it isn’t and how much worse I could have it or that they don’t even see it. I know all of these things. I know it’s superficial. But it sure as shit isn’t nothing. It’s my face. Today I freaked out. Tomorrow I'll work on how I'll deal with it.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Blah...blah...blah...and some Chicken Shawarma

What does a person write on the first post of a new blog? It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged, much less started a new blog. I lose interest in it I guess. I like Facebook because the information hits a lot of people quickly. I like Twitter because it restricts my wordiness a bit. But if someone wanted to get to know the real me, those places only reveal things like my unhealthy infatuation with Richard Armitage and my weird sense of humor. Oh! And of course since I parent 3 kids (2 at home, 1 grown), work for a living and basically have no life, I post photos of my food, pets and kids.

Now, I won’t promise you that I won’t do that here from time to time, but a blog gets a little more personal. I also don't claim to be interesting or that you'll get my sense of humor. There might be TMI. I might say things you don’t agree with or don’t like. But since this blog is about me those things are easy to avoid by not reading my blog. I’ll try not to be an asshole about it. I said try. I would appreciate the same in return. I'll post something real later. But for now, here's a photo of some chicken Shawarma I made last week.