Whew...I have been bussssy.......

Children make your life important.

Erma Bombeck

I looked at my last post and, I just didn't realize how long it had been since I'd written. This month has been a doozey. My son was married on the 18th. I feel like I've been cleaning for a year. California (my daughter, her husband, and the two grandchildren) came to stay with us. Three days before the wedding, my daughter and I made the wedding cake and the groom's cake. This was no small feat. My daughter and I are both really good bakers but, there was a difference this time. It HAD to look professional. We had a couple of meltdowns but all turned out beautiful. Both cakes were delicious and gorgeous.

It took me about a week to recover from the festivities but, it was all such a blessing.

Today, at 12:16 a.m., my beautiful daughter turned 30 years old. That just doesn't seem possible. Where did all of that delicious time go? I am so proud of both of my children. They are so well grounded, smart, honest, wonderful human beings. If they ever did anything wrong, I don't think that I remember--oh, wait--I just remembered something. It's minor now--not even worth mentioning.

I read my daughter's blog about Halloween. I have very fond memories of Halloween. Each year the kid's would decide what they wanted to be and I would make their costumes. Believe it or not, I still have them. I just recently archived them so that they would remain preserved and unharmed. I remember clowns, bunny rabbits, princess lea and some others. Unfortunately, I don't have my son's T-rex costume nor his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume, which in all honesty, were masterpieces. That was a really fun era of my life. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Husband's hungry, gotta go. Later........

I will win...

A loser is a winner if he conquers himself.

Bob Gass

I just read my daughter's blog this morning. It is such an awakening to realize that we change physically as we age. When I was young and was not yet diagnosed with M.S., I juggled a physically and mentally challenging career, an extremely demanding boss (who is now one of my best friends), a marriage, two magnificent children (one of which I might say had an "attitude"). I was my own housekeeper and cook and all taking care of all of the accoutrements that go with that job. In my spare time (this is funny--did I have any? It's a blurr...), I was a long distance runner (a mental health requirement at the time), I played the piano and guitar. Then....

I was diagnosed. The symptoms had been creeping-up on me. In about one day, I lost my job. I must say that my boss was (still is) the best in crisis along with my husband. Not the same husband in the first paragraph. The point of all of this is, in the beginning, everthing changed except my husband (the best). He treated me exactly the same as before I was labeled.

But, there was no more running, no playing piano, no job. All of those doors closed. I learned not to dwell on what I could no longer do but, what I could accomplish. I had to change my methods of doing things. The fatigue associated with this disease is overwhelming. I accomplish, much slower now, but I accomplish many things. I went back to school, got a degree in Anthropology. It takes me about a month to clean the house but, I do what I can when I can.

I never let M.S. conquer me. I have done all that I can to remain healthy. I told my children that there may come a day when I can no longer do for myself but, it will never be because of something that I did to or did not do for myself.

It's been 32 years since my first symptom, and I'm still walking (not pretty but, still walking). I have great faith in God and the Holy Spirit guides me all day. The only credit I take for my good heath, at this point, is that I follow the good directions--physically and mentally and most important, spritually.