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Tag: emotional

I almost died, and it’s a really funny story…(Part 2)

Ok, as the title suggests, there is a Part 1 to this story, so if you haven’t read it yet, please stop here and read the previous post before proceeding. I’ll place the same disclaimer at the start of this post, as there will be one more graphic scene...

‘Till Death Do Us Part….

This is a seriously long-overdue post dedicated to my amazingly supportive husband. I’m in pain every day. That is not a dramatic statement, it’s a fact. There is not one single day in which I don’t have a significant amount of pain consuming me. However, some days are on...

Fast Forward in Slow Motion

Yes, you read that correctly. Getting everyone up to speed will require some fast forwarding, but I’ll need to move in slow motion in order to connect the important developments to each correlating post. So, here we go…the first big change occurred after my last post in 2016. I...

Where’d everybody go? (Part 2)

Here’s the deal, in order for me to gain what I need to out of these posts, I have to be honest, and that includes exposing my own failures and faults, as well as my perception of others. In no way do I intend to shame, bully, or harass...

Peanut Butter and Childbirth

Yes, I know this title is odd, but I assure you that I have not lost my brain yet! I will make these two things connect with MS. This post is probably more directed towards fellow MSers and their loved ones, but like anything else, it might apply to...

Shift Changes

First off, I need all the friends and family reading this post to know that I’m really OK, I promise. I’m grateful for the concern and well wishes, but I don’t want anyone to have the impression that this is a “poor me” blog that requires an abundance of...

Where’d everybody go?

Family has always been an intriguing word for me. I have a logic based brain so I like labels and definitions. I like to be able to categorize everything. I grew up without a father, but my grandpa filled that role and I never lose sight of how blessed...

Aftermath

Aftermath:  So there I was, sitting on the flipside of having pushed (let’s be real “forced”) my way through to finding answers. As I said before, the best and worst part of knowing, is knowing. The relief of having the question “what’s wrong with me?” answered is immediately overtaken...

Before and After

Before:   Six months after my 40th birthday, I was in the hospital, I have asthma which nets me an average of 1-2 visits to the ER every year, so it wasn’t all that shocking.  This time the trip was life-changing, by the time I was released (3 days...