Words to Live By
Okay, I admit it. It's been a tough month. I've been living with MS since I was 33. It came on like gang-busters (whatever those are) and gave me a hard time through the 80's and into the 90's. I've been on Avonex, Betaseron, multiple doses (and strengths) of steroids and sat for infusions of Cytoxan. I even tried Aminopyridine against my better judgement. I had a pretty bad time with about every symptom you can think of and I had them mainly in the first 15 years. I'm aware of cognitive changes that frustrate me and getting older isn't making that situation any better. Against my doctor's recommendation, I am not using injectable meds and haven't used them for a couple of years. There are mornings when I feel like I'm moving through air as thick as mud as I get my shower and dress. Other days, other than balance issues, I feel pretty good. So this week-end I'm trying to slide gracefully into 60. No go. Having completed a month of physical therapy to resolve a tendonitis issue in the bad leg, I'm ready to take a stress test and echo cardiogram I suddenly find myself in need of. But not with this godawful heavy summer cold I've contracted. Can I stay home and feel sorry for myself? No, of course not, because I have to surrender my perfectly good photo driver's license of myself from 6 years ago and have a new one taken TODAY before the old one expires. And, "No", I cannot continue to use the old photograph which is much more flattering than the one they charged me $66 for today. The photo of somebody's 60 year old grandmother with the swollen nose and runny eyes. She jumped in front of me when I was at Motor Vehicle having my license renewed. I could probably have taken her down if I felt better...
This is where Grandpa and I sit to watch the t.v.
Me: "We're still newlyweds, right? It's only 7 years."