Showing posts from September, 2011

One of the things I will miss about Summer

My Disease was Gone! Not.

After I was diagnosed with MS, my initial response was denial along with depression. I went to three different neurologists hoping they'd tell me the first guy was a quack. I was actually hoping it was Lyme's disease. Of course, I now know that Lyme's is no picnic either. However, at the time, I believed I could deal with a malady that could be treated with antibiotic. I quit was healed of my cigarette addiction. I cringe when I talk about it, but there it is. At the time, I thought it was wonderful but sort of lame on God's part. I was praying for a cure to my big problem and that was the best He could do? About six months after the symptoms of MS began, they went away. The fog lifted, my energy renewed, I felt exhilarated. It was gone!  Not.

Seashell Cosmos bee-ing Loved!


Living Large - Gardening Small

I grew as much as I could handle this year.  We enjoyed several meals of green beans and froze some.  We had a couple of meals of broccoli but probably could have planted fewer plants and still had the same number of meals - they were planted a little too close together.  I had twice as many tomato plants as I needed as a result of a kind gift from my sister-in-law who had more than she needed.  I think the crowding there also reduced the production of the original plants I put in.  I enjoyed the beets tremendously but they were strictly for me. I wanted to put zucchini in but it's wandering habit would have choked everything else out and I would have had nothing but squash to show for my labor (as minimal as it was).  Then along came Renee's Garden seeds with a container variety of zucchini.  It appears they pretty much stay in the pot and stay small (just the way I like to cook with them!) I got so excited, I've already ordered seeds for next year!

I am not my disease

I am not ms.  I have been ms but I am not now, nor have I been ms in a long time.  When I was first diagnosed I instantly morphed  from being a woman, wife and mother to woman, wife and mother with MS.  I didn't like it.  I felt ashamed of having a disease as if it was something dirty, something that marked me as less than a whole person. I dreaded telling people, especially people in my church.  I felt cursed and abandoned by God. I felt that I had slipped lower on His list for some reason, as if God keeps a good and bad list like Santa Claus.
I felt very sorry for me.  I was dizzy every time I stood up.  Pains in my face came in waves that made my eyes tear.  My eyes crossed on their own any time they felt like it.  My arms were too weak to hold a hairdryer to fix my hair in the morning.  I was so exhausted I felt like I wore a lead suit all day.  Then I went to bed, woke up the next morning and felt just as bad.  Well-meaning folks sent me literature from the MS society that i…

September Sunday


Harvest Time!

What fun would harvest time be without a little beet-blood letting? 
They do look kind of nasty but they taste so good (steam the beets first, then add the chopped up greens).  Add a little butter and a splash of balsamic vinegar.  Yummy - I try to spread the word even if it falls on deaf ears!

Baby Sweater Finished (and before the baby!)

Our second baby grandson is due in November and I actually finished the sweater before the baby arrived!  It's an Erika Knight design and I made it in Rowan Milk Cotton in the color "Water Bomb".  Most of it's knit on #1 size needles so I think it has as many stitches as most adult hand knits.  I found the cute teddy bear buttons at Jo-Ann Fabric. I'm still a beginner so I'm pretty pleased with the way it turned out.
The next grandbaby isn't due until March.  I might have time to make something for myself! 


Our hummingbird made his appearance today.  It was rainy most of the day.  We were having a glass of wine (husband  prefers a light beer) and watching the rain, wearing sweaters and talking about how quickly the weather had changed from heat and humidity to a chilling, rainy afternoon. The hummer appeared at the feeder and we both froze, glasses in hand. He drank his fill from the plastic feeder of sugar water and lit on top of the shepherd's crook. After a while he flew down and took another sip. Then back to the crook to sit and watch us for a while. He sat for a very long time, looking around, craning his neck, sizing the place up. It's too close to migration season to be just hanging around, checking out the scenery. I bet if we keep a close eye on the feeder, he'll be back with wife and kids in tow. There are plenty of red and pink flowers left for him to enjoy - the impatience are healthy, the mandevilla a tempting red delight. We're going to take a ride tomorrow…