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Thursday, March 27, 2025

I Love Thunderstorms


Living in Western Washington we don't tend to get very powerful thunderstorms - especially when compared with other parts of the country.  Here, our thunderstorms are more of a loud light show - sometimes small hail falls between rain showers.   The air feels and smells clean after these super soaker booming light displays.  And it's awesome!  God's power is evident and it is beautiful to watch.   If we lose power as a result of one of these storms, it's an opportunity for a fun adventure and I always know that the outage is only temporary. 

Every so often a more severe storm is predicted by our weather forecasters like the one last night that they were warning about for days.   They said this one was not our typical thunderstorm and to stay indoors and away from windows.   They predicted anywhere from dime to softball sized hail and even warned that these storms were going to be powerful enough to spawn tornadoes- an extreme rarity in our area.  People were scared.  I went grocery shopping yesterday morning and a woman in line to check out said she and her husband were going to go to a movie so they could park in the parking garage and avoid hail damage to their car.  Tuesday I was volunteering at my son's school and one of the other moms was concerned about the coming potential tornadoes.   Even my husband,  who was out of town, called me to make suggestions about how to prepare and discussed strategies for staying safe and protecting our vehicle (I had to take the kids to get their teeth cleaned at 4pm and would be leaving at about the time the storm was supposed to hit.)

But, in the end, the storm didn't turn out to be as powerful as they thought and it didn't even reach our area until after 7pm.  By 9pm all was quiet.  We never lost power, we never got any hail and there were no tornadoes.   This thunderstorm wasn't even as spectacular as the last one we had around here.  It's still important to be prepared because we HAVE had big storms that have knocked our power out for days (7 days without power is our record).  But all the hype and stress I saw out there approaching this storm was unnecessary. 

It reminded me of ‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:6‭-‬7‬ ‭‭‭- Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

God put that in the Bible because He knew we would experience many different types of storms in our lives and they would cause us to feel anxious.   But Jesus is the Creator of the wind, rain, hail, lightning, thunder, etc and they all obey Him.  He is in total control.  Storms are temporary and they cleanse the earth and bring refreshment once they are over.  

The weather mimics storms in our own lives - troubles we experience that cause us worry and stress.  But if we remember that God is in total control and that these troubles are only temporary, then we can look forward to the calm refreshment that comes when they eventually pass.  And we can even still our hearts in the midst of these storms that come our way to watch God's awesome and beautiful power at work to bring about a cleansing of an area of our lives that we probably didn't realize needed a good pressure washing.

When we lived in Arizona, it was almost always sunny and hot.  Rarely was there a cloud in the sky.  Being from the Pacific Northwest where the sky is constantly changing I found the constant sunshine boring - almost irritating- and the heat oppressive.  The pollution hung in the air - it was thick and unhealthy and the area only got a cleansing during monsoon season.  When the heavy rains of the monsoon season came, my husband and I would put our garage door up and sit on the tailgate of our truck inside and just watch the downpour.  We missed the rain!  

If we experience only smooth, sunny days, we can become bored and complacent. Our minds can become polluted and we don't get to experience the awesome power of God in the storms!  I used to babysit quite a bit and one night there was a thunderstorm and the little boy I was babysitting was scared of the loud thunder.   I told him it was just God talking and we then speculated about what He might be saying.   It passed the time and it calmed the little boy's fears.  

Sometimes God has to send a thunderstorm into our lives to get our attention. 

We prepare for thunderstorms by having fresh batteries in our flashlights, charging up lanterns, having candles and matches or lighters where we can get to them, maybe we have a generator and fuel where we can easily access them, etc.  As believers, we prepare for the storms in life by regularly spending time with the Lord - studying His Word, praying constantly about everything, quietly meditating on whatever the Spirit lays on our hearts and listening for what He is trying to tell us - being open to things that may be hard to swallow about ourselves.  If we maintain a moment-by-moment closeness with Jesus, the storms of life are a lot easier to navigate. 

Monday, March 24, 2025

Strong Willed?


I have been repeatedly been told that I am strong willed and that I don't recognize the limitations placed on me by MS. I am told that I am over-confident in my abilities and don't recognize that there are things I just can't do anymore.  I am misunderstood.  

But I have difficulty articulating my thoughts on this issue verbally without sounding defensive.  If I object to this characterization of me and try to explain why I believe it is incorrect, I am told that I am argumentative and contrary, prideful and unwilling to accept criticism. I don’t have the luxury of taking my time during these “discussions” to collect my thoughts and formulate coherent expressions without sounding like a whiney teen trying to get out of trouble. So I have stopped trying to be understood and am just resigned to be viewed in a way that is inaccurate, in my opinion anyway. 🙂 In short, I would rather be viewed incorrectly as over-confident and strong willed than as contrary, argumentative and unwilling to take criticism.

But for the record, the reason I am viewed as strong willed and over-confident is because I have a can-do attitude and that is something I refuse to give up. It helped me when I was young and healthy because, even if I didn’t know how to do something, I was very resourceful and was always willing and able to put the hard work in to figure out how to get a job done. Now, I am less able to learn how to do new things - especially if they are complicated. But I do not want to be that person who gives up on life and never tries because they are convinced they can’t.

I have MS, yes! And there ARE things I truly CAN’T do anymore - like run, clean the house thoroughly top to bottom in one day, multi-task, etc. But these are not the types of things I am talking about. There are things I can still do but just not as quickly as I used to. I can still cook, for instance, but now I have to start much earlier so I can take my time, working more sequentially than trying to get multiple things done at once. I can still do laundry, but I just need time to fold things and get them put away because I can’t feel my fingers and so I fumble around a little and I can’t walk fast or I could trip and fall. I can still pull weeds and do yard work but my legs need frequent breaks and I get lightheaded easily if I am bending over or looking up too much - I am not efficient but I can physically do the work. And I SHOULD continue to do whatever activities I can now to keep from continuing to get weaker because the day I truly CAN’T do those things will arrive much more quickly if I am not trying now while I CAN. So, when told I can’t go on a hike or out for a walk or a variety of other things, I always say “Yes I can!”

I am a positive person by nature - an eternal optimist. That doesn’t mean that I don’t recognize my limitations or can’t admit when something is beyond my abilities. What it means is that I am always willing to give it a try and that I need people to exercise patience and grace while I work through a task more methodically than they would. And bear with my upbeat music because that really helps me with energy and focus.

I recognize it is frustrating for someone who is high energy, efficient and enjoys juggling multiple things at once to see someone like me slowly chopping vegetables for stir-fry because I am afraid I might cut a finger and not be aware of it until I see blood (because some of my fingers are numb). But that does not mean that I need someone to take over for me. If there is no deadline we are trying to meet, just let me struggle!

Correct me if I am wrong in these attitudes but I truly believe I should not give up on trying to continue to participate in life - even if my ability to do so is awkward or slow. I can laugh about my inefficiency - and I actually really enjoy a good laugh at my own expense. I don’t take myself too seriously but I think that is where I am viewed as over-confident sometimes as well.

What I am trying to do is to make sure the people around me know I can still do things to contribute - that no one needs to feel burned out and like they have to be responsible for everything. And that they can laugh with me about how I got out a butter knife instead of a butcher knife to cut up a watermelon or accidentally spilled blueberries all over the kitchen or how I sang the wrong words to that song.😉

Now, where I AM strong willed, and the Lord is really working with me on this, is in the area of receiving care from my loved ones. I do NOT want to be a person who can’t take care of myself, let alone my family. I recognized a long time before I got MS that I was going to be a terrible patient if I ever needed full time care. I just don’t trust people not to drop me if I need help transferring from a wheelchair to a bed, for example. But I hope and pray that this is a lesson I am able to learn before the Lord forces me to learn it through becoming increasing disabled.

This has been a long and rambling post but I guess what I am trying to say is that I AM confident but I am confident in the LORD - that He will provide me with the strength and abilities necessary to meet each moment and accomplish every necessary task or goal. And I am strong willed in that I will not allow my faith in God’s ability to sustain me to be shaken or questioned. This is what I meant when I said I was misunderstood. Not that I am not confident or strong willed, but that I am not SELF-confident or over-confident in my own abilities.

I was just reading in John 15 this morning: ““I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.” ‭‭John‬ ‭15‬:‭5‬ and I immediately thought of Philippians 4:13 - I can do all things through him who strengthens me. I am very aware that I can’t even take my next breath without Jesus’ help. But conversely, I am confident that Jesus Christ will give me the strength to accomplish anything required of me.

Friday, March 21, 2025

Hard pressed on every side, but not destroyed.


Today was a rough day.  And I can't even write about the majority of the things that made my day so difficult which makes it even more difficult because I just process things better when I write about them.  That's one of the things I've come to realize about my specific MS challenges- I don't think as quickly as I used to and I just process information more slowly.  I have trouble organizing my thoughts so I put them in writing where I can take time, read, re-read, collect and edit thoughts and pray about how best to handle various situations. 

Today was not a physically demanding day but here I am at the end of it completely exhausted.  Thankfully,  it's Friday night and we have cleaned up from dinner and there are no lunches to pack.  Except for picking the kids up from youth group later, I am done with my activities for the day. 

The thing about this chronic illness business is that even trying to process emotionally charged conversations, complex topics or following multiple subject changes takes a LOT of mental effort.  I used to have no trouble at all listening, following,  processing and participating in these types of conversations.   It's something most people do without any difficulty at all so it's really odd to find someone who gets so tired trying to be involved in these conversations that they need a nap afterward!  And yes, this happened to me today and no, it was not appreciated by the person trying to have a long, serious and multi-faceted conversation with me.

Probably because I am so tired, I was evaluating my day and just my week in general and while last night I was feeling so great about how I had spent my week up to that point, tonight I am feeling defeated.  I am feeling overwhelmed by my emotional responsibilities and incapable of meeting the needs of those closest to me.  I admit that I am an utter failure as a wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend.   I truly am.  I feel pushed and pulled and wrung out and shaken up - twisted, turned upside down and rolled out flat.  I feel hard pressed, perplexed, persecuted, stuck down!

And I am not afraid to admit that I am weak sometimes- a lot of the time actually.   Okay, ALL THE TIME!  It's in these moments when I tune out the noise all around me and go somewhere quiet with the Lord.  I pour out my heart and just lay bare all of my sins, shortcomings and failures.  And without fail, my Savior picks me up off my face, dusts me off and tells me that He knows I stumbled and that I failed but He encourages me to keep trying.   He reminds me that He suffered a lot worse than I do on my worst MS days and He overcame.  Then He wraps His strong arms around me in a hug that I can feel when I close my eyes.   After that, He takes my hand and reminds me that He is stronger that my trials and that He is always with me, providing strength and doing all the really heavy lifting.  He tells me He loves me and peace just rolls over me like a 7 foot ocean wave.

This is what He means when He says to "Be Still and KNOW that I AM God!"  He means, get away to a quiet place where it's just Him and me.  To let Him reveal His love for me in ways I can't feel or understand when there are so many distractions clamoring for my attention.   In this stillness, I can hear His still small voice and I am refreshed.  MS has no power in His presence.  In these moments with my Lord, I am healed for a brief time.

And on evenings like this I walk back into the chaos of my life with the knowledge that, with God, I will never be crushed, in despair, forsaken or destroyed.  And I feel deeply loved.


Wednesday, March 19, 2025

The Best Part of Today


I had a GREAT day today!  I had plenty of energy for all my activities- I don't think I have yawned once yet and it's currently 10pm.  That's unusual for me!

I wore one of my "testimony" shirts that says "Jesus" on the front and has the text of Psalm 23 down the right arm.  And, dressed in this shirt and fully equipped with the Armor of God, I went grocery shopping.   After shopping I volunteered at my son's middle school.  And after that I visited my friend at my favorite thrift store to check in on her - the Lord has been working things out so beautifully in her life and I got an opportunity to pray with her there at the thrift store.   

And while the thrift store is my happy place and my friend that works there brings me so much joy, today's visit was NOT the best part of my day as it often is.

The absolute best part of my day was taking the kids with me to visit our friend who recently became a widower.  We visited he and his wife in October.   We visited him in January while his wife was in rehab after she had 2 surgeries to repair a broken hip and a broken femur after a nasty fall.   And we went to the memorial service (and stayed talking for hours afterward) for his wife in early March who passed away in early February, not long before his 98th birthday. This was our 4th time visiting with him in the last 6 months.

I have been friends with this man and his family for close to 30 years.  His grandchildren were in our wedding as the flower girl and ring bearer.  My husband has known them for much longer than I have - their families grew up and shared holidays together.

This man now lives alone in a house where he has lived for 60+ years - where he and his wife raised their 3 children.   He is fortunate to have all 3 children living nearby and all married, retired and those with kids are now empty nesters with children who are are adults living their own - some married.   Each of them gives up 2 days a week to spend caring for their dad.  And yet, he's lonely.   He enjoys visitors and he is so much fun to talk with!

He is originally from Germany - half Jewish, his parents had to send him and his brother to Scotland when WWII started.  Thankfully,  his parents survived the war but he and his younger brother (who didn't speak a word of English) spent 10 years in Scotland, attending school and learning English- with no information about the safety of their parents.  Tonight I learned that our friend was a "bad kid" back then - he hung out with the bad kids.  Apparently,  he picked fights and used bad language.  I had a hard time believing his story about being a bad kid because I have always known him as a quiet, kind man.  

*Okay, at 10:30 my fatigue kicked in and I had to get to bed so I am now writing this the next day (3/19).

I don't know how accurate our 98 year old friend's stories are because he suffered a stroke in the past and has some fuzzy memories.   He remembers details incorrectly sometimes and sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain and he mis-speaks.  But hearing him talk about his time in Germany and Scotland is fascinating.   Hearing what he remembers from his younger days here and the friends we have had in common - stories I hadn't heard before about people I knew - is something special that I cherish.  He has no filter now because of his stroke so he just speaks his mind.  What I love about visiting him - especially with my kids - is that I can sit next to him on a couch and just talk with him like I would with a peer over coffee - no pretense,  no fear of offending the other - just love and joy.  He smiles a lot,  this time there were a few tears too because he, of course, misses his wife.   And everything he says is interesting or at least entertaining even if it's not always accurate.   The kids learn a lot from him and most of all they learn to be kind to their elders and to value them.

My Dad had Alzheimers for a few years before he died and we frequently had conversations about things that I knew were fabricated by his disease-riddled mind.  But they were things that were real to him at the moment and I loved my Dad.  I thoroughly enjoyed every conversation I had with him.  I enjoyed being with him and who he was able to be in each stage of his life.  Even when he was non-verbal, he was a blessing to hang out with.  He would squeeze my hand so tightly that it would hurt but I didn't try to pull away - this was his only method of communicating love in the end and I adored him for communicating the only thing that truly mattered.  Because I spent time with him regularly as he slipped further inside himself, I understood his gesture and I received the message. 

What I have come to realize is that nobody has a choice about getting older.  We can eat healthy and exercise and maybe delay major illnesses but we don't have any real control over how our bodies and minds handle the aging process.   The only way to escape the pangs of old age is to die young.  So, as with our children as they are learning to walk and talk,  we need to be patient and show grace to our elderly friends and parents when they struggle to remember or maybe make up a story altogether.  We need to spend time with them - and learn to hear what they are really saying between the confusion and fuzzy thoughts.  Younger generations have lost the art of conversation just for the sake of conversation and the value of spending time with the elderly, listening,  asking questions, just being with them to help carry the burdens they have been carrying for so many years.  

My daughter had a teacher this year who took her class to a senior living facility to make gingerbread houses and play bingo with the residents there.  The lady my daughter was paired up with is 93 years old and sharp mentally but her body is weak and she uses a walker.  They exchanged phone numbers and they text with each other.  This week my daughter was invited to go back to the facility to learn to play Phase 10 with this lady and 2 of her friends (one of whom is 102 years old).  So, this afternoon after school I took my daughter to the senior living facility to hang out with her new friend group.   I got to stay and pull up a chair to watch, chat and learn.  It was so much fun!  These women are incredible people!  The 102 year old beat everyone at the game as I am told she usually does!  She is originally from Australia and was in the Australian Army during WWII.  All of them have such great stories to tell and we had so much fun!  There's a Sadie Hawkins dance at the end of the month that we have been invited back for.

I know it's not easy for everyone to spend time listening to or talking with people in their 80's, 90’s & 100's.  But I recommend trying it.  It's important to take a deep breath and relax as you enter a conversation that might seem crazy or inaccurate or maybe long and rambling.  But if you just let them talk about what's on their mind, it will bless both of you - you will not regret just being present with someone who needs to be heard, loved and valued.  It's good for your heart.❤️

Thursday, March 13, 2025

Lessons I have Learned from Giraffes


It's no secret that the Giraffe is my favorite animal.  My family is very aware of this fact and often tease me about my affinity for the tall, awkward looking animals.  My son also likes Giraffes and has done more than one report on Giraffes in school so I have learned quite a bit about them through him and the more I learn, the more I like them.  Here are some lessons that have gripped me recently about Giraffes and why I think we should be more like them 😉:

1.  I just learned that Giraffes have the largest heart of any land mammal on the planet.   I know this refers to size but when it comes to my spiritual life, I want to grow my heart to be as large as a Giraffe's - I want to be known as someone who is so full of the love of Christ that love pours out of me onto everyone around me!

2. Giraffes are social and gentle but they are not easily taken down by predators.  They have powerful legs that can kill a lion with 1 kick!  Because of this, lions and other predators generally leave them alone.  I want to have this kind of spiritual life - gentle, social and yet strong and able to easily fight off an enemy attack.  I want to be so strong in my faith that the enemy is afraid to attack me.

3.  A group of Giraffes is called a Tower.  When they sense danger, they gather together in a Tower and are safe.  This reminds me that the Lord is a strong tower that I can run to for safety.

4.  Giraffes have the vocal chords to be able to make noises but they rarely choose to do so.  And at night, they hum to eachother.   I want to be the kind of Christian who speaks less and listens more - and who hums throughout the day because I have a song in my heart.

5.  Giraffes have excellent eyesight and can see a predator approaching long before the other animals nearby.  Their behavior often alerts other animals and can save them from danger.  I want to have the spiritual vision and the discernment to recognize a dangerous situation and warn others before they fall into a potential trap.

6.  Each Giraffe has a unique pattern of "spots" that help them identify one another.   And there are differences in the patterns between Giraffes in different regions so it's possible to tell where a particular Giraffe came from.  But to us, they all look like Giraffes - there is nothing that stands out that makes them look obviously distinct from one another.  Such should it be within the church body.  We are all different - with differing gifts, talents and abilities.   But people should be able to look at us and know we are Christians.  A church in Africa should resemble a church in Papua New Guinea or a church in Ecuador or a church in Singapore,  Hong Kong, Mexico, Ireland, Canada or the United States of America.  We should appear to the world as people who belong to Christ.

7.  Giraffes are goofy, awkward looking animals in a lot of ways.  But they aren't bothered by what others think about them.  I am goofy and awkward too.  I limp around, trip often, struggle to communicate verbally frequently,  etc.  But I should not be concerned with what others might think or how they might judge me.  God made Giraffes and God made me.  He is my ultimate judge so if I live to please and serve Him, human judgment is invalid and worthless. 

In conclusion,  I want to have a huge heart, and to be loving. gentle, social and strong.  I want to listen more and talk less with a song in my heart always.  I want the ability to see danger coming and warn others.  I want to be identifiable as a Christian and rest in the knowledge that I have a tower to run to for safety.  I want to be my unique self, adding value to the church but not concerned about the harsh judgment of others if I am following the leading of the Lord.  

In short - I want to be more Giraffe-like!😃🦒



Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Love Letters from Heaven

I have had a lot of thoughts over the past month or so about death, heaven and the way I live my life in the here and now.

It started with the death of a dear friend.   She was 95 years old and a believer so I know I will see her again but it's still hard to say goodbye.  It's especially hard to see the toll her loss has taken on her 98 year old husband and on her children who are also dear friends. 

In the wake of her passing I came across a couple of verses in my daily Bible study (that also happens to be the reading plan our church is doing together) that really stood out to me. The first was:

 II Corinthians 4:16 - Therefore we do not lose heart.  Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. 

I thought it was not only a great reminder that our souls survive and don't die the way our bodies do - but also that, while our bodies age and break down, our inward self is being strengthened and renewed as we grow in the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ.  Our growing knowledge increases our love for Him and we are internally renewed and rejuvenated!

The second verse was:

II Corinthians 5:4 - For we who are in this tent groan, being burdened, not because we want to be unclothed, but further clothed, that mortality may be swallowed up by life.

I LOVE this thought!  That when our bodies pass away, we, in our mortality, are swallowed up - BY LIFE!  We die to death and we are then fully alive!  Yes, we creak and groan under the burdens in life - because we were created for a glorious future where Jesus unloads those burdens and gives us rest. 

In light of this, I was considering how I am supposed to get through each day - especially on the days like the past few I've had - recovering from a very busy weekend and losing an hour to the time change!  And that's when I remembered a couple of verses and thoughts from my Bible study a couple of weeks ago:

II Corinthians 2:14 - Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.

We don't have a choice, God diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge everywhere we go.  We are big diffusers, spreading the sweet smell of life in Christ throughout the world!  Just the thought of that is exciting and helps renew my inner soul!  And I know that God provides the strength and energy with every opportunity He sends my way.

The next day this verse came up in my reading:

II Corinthians 3:3 - Clearly you are an epistle of Christ,  ministered by us, written not with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on flesh, that is, of the heart.

An epistle is a letter - we are love letters to the world.  On our hearts are written the love of Christ and when people see us, they should be able to read that love letter clearly written.  We shouldn't be hiding it as if it were personal or confidential and no one's business what it contains.   It is meant to be shared.

All these verses make me excited about life!  And they make me excited about my future!  And they give me peace about my ultimate physical death.

I think these last 2 verses make clear what my assignment is while I remain on this earth - to share Christ's love and to smell good doing it!😉


Friday, March 7, 2025

Father's Eyes


I was a big Amy Grant fan when I was a teen. Back before her affair and ultimate divorce she had some deeply meaningful songs. One of my favorites was Father's Eyes which was actually written by her then husband, Gary Chapman. The words are as follows:

I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl

And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world

But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray

When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say

She's got her Father's Eyes
Her Father's Eyes

Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around

Eyes that find the source of help
When help just can't be found

Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same

Just like my Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
Just like my Father's Eyes

And on that day when we will pay
For all the deeds we have done
Good and bad they'll all be had
To see by everyone

And when you're called to stand and tell Just what you saw in me
More than anything I know
I want your words to be

She had her Father's Eyes
Her Father's Eyes

Eyes that found the good in things
When good was not around

Eyes that found the source of help
When help would not be found

Eyes full of compassion
Seeing every pain
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same

Just like my Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
My Father's Eyes
Just like my Father's Eyes


I was reminded of this song yesterday because my daughter definitely has the Father's eyes. She IS my dream for a daughter and she is beautiful inside and out. I have to tell you how proud I am of (and inspired by) her genuine, selfless love. Yesterday were two examples that stand out and shout at me how amazing her heart for others is.

The first example needs some background.  Her (Christian) high school has had pro-life events all week and part of that has been a baby bottle coin drive. Her Honors English teacher the day before had been giving the class a hard time about how little they had contributed to the coin drive.  She spent some time lecturing them about giving to this worthy cause and said she knew they all had loose change they could contribute. So my daughter came home and said she needed to bring coins. This coin drive was already on my radar and so I gathered a bag of coins for her to donate. At the end of the day I asked her whether her teacher had been happy about her contribution and she told me that she actually had waited outside the classroom and gave a handful of coins to every person who went in the door so that every single classmate contributed something.  This endeared her entire class to their teacher who told them they were her new favorite class. And my daughter would NOT let anyone tell her teacher where all the coins came from. She was giddy as she told me all about how the teacher had been so happy with the entire class.

The second story also needs a little explanation. My daughter has friends who are in the school play (Pride and Prejudice this year). She wanted to go to the play to support her friends and asked me to buy a bouquet of flowers so she could give 1 flower to each friend in the cast. She wanted all the same type of flower so I found a bouquet of a dozen roses that were discounted to just over $5 and she brought those to the play. A dozen roses were more flowers than she needed so I just thought she would keep what she didn’t give away because she loves having fresh flowers in her room. But when I picked her up from the play, she only had a few left and she told me that she had 2 other friends in the audience with her who hadn’t brought flowers so she gave a couple of roses to each of them so they would have flowers to give to their cast-member friends as well. Such a sweet gesture of friendship and love!

My daughter is always finding new ways to spread the love of Jesus and it just thrills my heart and soul to watch!

Thursday, March 6, 2025

MS Journey

I think I had a post a long time ago that described some of what I went through before my final diagnosis but I thought I'd get more detailed about the symptoms that led to my diagnosis since, in my experience, that's the most common question I get when someone finds out I have Multiple Sclerosis. 

I think I have to start with migraines. I didn't realize migraines could be associated with MS but apparently it is fairly common to be misdiagnosed as having Migraines when, in fact, it's Multiple Sclerosis.  I had migraines even at a young age. They worsened and got more frequent as I aged. I used to tell people that my brain hated me.  

From there, I really had no other symptoms until my mid-20's. Looking back now I recognize the signs but at the time I just thought I was over-worked. I yawned a LOT. Excessive yawning is one of the symptoms of MS. My parents used to comment about it frequently - concerned that I wasn't getting enough sleep. But I was! Often on Saturdays I would sleep late, wake up to use the bathroom and feel so exhausted that I went back to sleep. I could sleep an entire day, only waking up to use the bathroom or get a drink of water and a snack. Then I would sleep all night.  

Those were all early signs for me but, keep in mind, every person with MS has a different set of symptoms.  No two have exactly the same experience and there are different MS versions as well (RRMS, PPMS and SPMS). I think the reason most people ask about my symptoms is that they have (or know someone who has) had symptoms of one sort or another and are concerned they might also have MS. It's a valid concern - especially given the fact that there is a bigger percentage of people living in the Pacific Northwest than in almost any other region in the United States.

Anyway, I was working for a Statistical Research company as a Project Coordinator on an atrial fibrillation clinical trial. My job was to keep track of over 200 clinical sites around the country and in Canada. I planned the meetings, coordinated the publications and regular mailings and a variety of other tasks. It was fast paced and demanding which is why, when I started having difficulty dialing a push-button phone, I thought I was just on burn-out. I mean, I was engaged to be married at that time as well and planning a wedding and a move across the country. I certainly had every reason to be tired and stressed. I could do everything else but I could barely dial a phone. I would start dialing a number and would have to hang up because my finger would push the wrong number at some point and I would have to start over and over until I FINALLY got it right! That was close to the end of my time there. I was looking forward to new adventures as a newly married woman in a completely new part of the country, hopefully working at a job that was lower stress so I could catch my breath.

I quit my job and moved in with my parents a couple of weeks before the wedding. Once, while on a walk with my parents, my ankle just gave out and I couldn't catch myself- I fell to the ground and ruined one of my favorite pairs of pants.  I didn't trip or anything, I just fell suddenly. I shrugged it off as a weak ankle from a volleyball injury. 

After we were married and I got moved out to Pennsylvania where my husband was living at the time, I found a job as a secretary to the Director of the Emergency Care Unit at the local hospital.  A job that I enjoyed and that was much less demanding. I found that a slower pace of life really seemed to help and I started slowly gaining my phone dialing ability back.  

I started noticing at some point that I would get dizzy and lose my balance if I looked up at the sky while on a walk. We moved to New Mexico less than a year after we were married and the pace slowed considerably in the small town where we lived. I felt like I had gotten enough rest by the time we moved to Arizona and I was ready to pick the pace back up. We bought a house and I got a job as a legal secretary which I really enjoyed.  

We moved back home to Washington 2 years later. I got another legal secretary job and a year later we bought a house and I had taken a better job at a bigger law firm. I was feeling great! And then, shortly after we had moved in to our new house, I lost partial feeling in the entire right half of my body. I lost maybe 10% feeling - but it was like my body had been cut in half. Even half my tongue had lost partial feeling.  It's an odd sensation.  I went to see my doctor who sent me in for an MRI - this was in 2004. The MRI was inconclusive but the Radiologist had seen a lesion and they suspected MS.  

The only experience I had to that point with MS was my husband's neighbor who had MS and was wheelchair bound. We had just bought a 2-story house with 16 stairs leading up to ALL the bedrooms and the only showers in the house. I was referred to a neurologist who couldn't find the lesion and, after a neurological exam, dismissed MS as a possibility and told me it was probably a virus and the symptoms would go away.  He told me that if I had MS, there would have been an episode in my past like going blind for 3 days or something similar.  Since there was no event like that in my past and he couldn't think of anything in the brain that could cause half my body to lose partial feeling, he concluded I had a virus, not MS.  

My symptoms DID go away except for one spot on my neck. We breathed a sigh of relief and moved forward with our lives. When I was pregnant with our daughter, I was working and studying for the PLS (Professional Legal Secretary) exam. After I took the exam, I had lost feeling in both my legs so they gave out on me while walking down the stairs to head to the bus. I fell and slid down the stairs on my shins. The previous year. While working at a different firm I had done the same thing. This falling thing was becoming a habit!

Thankfully, having a baby must have agreed with me because my migraines were cured!  But I fell again on our first Sunday back at church after our daughter was born. Thankfully, my husband was carrying our baby girl as my ankle gave out and I failed to keep myself from falling and hitting the side of the church (and denting the downspout) on our way in.

When I was pregnant with our son, I was still working and my parents were babysitting our daughter.  I would drive to their house in the morning and drop our daughter off along with our car and then walk to the bus stop and ride the bus in to work. One morning when I was about 6 or 7 months pregnant, my ankle gave out and I fell hard! Thankfully, the baby was unharmed but I could barely walk. I injured my ankle and left knee really badly. My knee injury took a long time to heal up after our son was born - I couldn't put any pressure on it - no crawling around on the floor with the kids.  It did eventually heal but when our son was about 2 years old, I started feeling tingling and reduced feeling below my left knee. I chalked it up to nerve damage caused by the injury to my knee. Around the same time I started experiencing bladder issues which I chalked up to 2 pregnancies and c-section deliveries.  

This falling thing was becoming problematic. I sprained my ankle and fell while playing frisbee with my husband and kids and fell again a couple of months later just walking around in our back yard moving the sprinkler and I fell yet again as I was leaving the appliance store after we bought a new refrigerator. So, I talked to my doctor and ended up consulting with a specialist who told me that my ligaments were loose in my ankle and I needed surgery or at the very least, physical therapy to strengthen the muscles in my ankles. I chose the physical therapy route and was also given an ankle brace to use when participating in higher risk activities like playing soccer or frisbee on uneven ground.

At Christmas time in 2013 we took the kids to the mall to do our Christmas shopping.  My husband was off getting gifts for me and I had the kids (ages 2 and 4 1/2 at the time). I was supposed to be shopping for my husband and for all of our extended family members.  But as I stood in the middle of the mall with the stroller and a toddler by my side, I felt completely overwhelmed and I was unable to figure out what to do next.  

Then I started having difficulty communicating with my husband at night. He is a real talker and I used to be. But it was getting increasingly more difficult for me to participate in conversations late at night. I was always a night owl but suddenly I couldn't stop yawning and had to sit down and couldn't get words to formulate in my mind. Fatigue! My husband didn't understand why I couldn't carry on a coherent conversation with him at night. And I didn’t understand either!

MS is really hard on the families. I would argue that my husband struggles more with MS than I do.

I decided to talk to my doctor about all of these symptoms at my annual exam. But she told me that I would have to schedule a different visit for each symptom I was experiencing and to just pick the one that bothered me the most to talk about at that visit.  So we talked about my bladder and she concluded it was a result of the pregnancies and c-sections and suggested surgery or medication. 

Well, with 2 toddlers at home I wasn't about to schedule multiple visits- I just didn't have that kind of time. Nor did I have time for surgery so I just decided to cope with things as they were. Especially with 2 young kids and a husband who travels. 

However, one day our whole family was walking (swiftly) through Lowe's and I lost feeling in BOTH of my lower legs and feet. Looking online, I found that the explanation for all of my symptoms could be Multiple Sclerosis- but that had been ruled out! My husband told me I should go see HIS doctor who was more of an old-school physician who would be more willing to spend time listening to my list of symptoms. 

And he was right! This doctor DID listen and he decided to send me in for another MRI because, while he didn't think I had MS, he said I was "the right age, the right gender, lived in the right region and had enough concerning symptoms." The MRI was inconclusive and the doctor called me at home to discuss the results.  He still didn't think I had MS but he didn't want me to worry so he sent me to a neurologist.  THIS neurologist looked at my brain scan and said there weren't enough lesions to diagnose MS and she really thought it was a pinched nerve so she sent me in for a comprehensive MS protocol MRI of my brain, cervical spine and lower thoracic area. After a 3 hour MRI with contrast dye, she had to admit that I did, indeed, have MS. Most of my lesions are in my cervical spine.  She sent me to an MS specialist who confirmed the diagnosis and, after reviewing my MRI from 10 years earlier, she could see the lesion and said that of all my symptoms, that event 10 years prior had been the most obvious symptom of MS.  

I was officially diagnosed with MS in April of 2014 with Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS). At the time the symptoms were very minor and didn't hinder my mobility in any way. I could still run and keep up with my toddlers, for instance. I have said it in previous posts but I will say again that I was RELIEVED to have a concrete diagnosis that explained everything and I was eager to get started on a treatment plan.

I went on an injectable medication called Avonex right away but had a drug failure after a year.  I lost partial feeling (50% this time) in 2 1/2 fingers and the inside half of my lower left arm (I have never regained feeling there) and I started having significant heat intolerance (In temperatures above 80 degrees I would start to lose my vision and it wouldn't return until I cooled off.) So, I switched to a new medication. Gilenya, a daily pill. No medication will cure MS. But they are supposed to slow the progression.  Gilenya is doing a pretty good job. I have had stable MRI results for the past 10 years. But I AM progressively getting worse - just very slowly, thankfully!

Now I have an intolerance to the cold! I feel cold all the time - but unevenly throughout my body. My left side is pretty much cold to the touch all the time. Hot showers are therapeutic for me and that is my favorite activity - until it’s time to get out of the shower, get dried off and dressed!

Because most of my lesions are in my spinal cord, there is less that can be done to alleviate my symptoms. Thankfully, I have no MS associated pain! I have the opposite problem - I am losing feeling everywhere. Almost every part of my body is experiencing some degree of loss of sensation. Thanks to one big lesion affecting the nerve that supplies feeling and other signals to the left side of my body, I have probably lost about 70% of the feeling in my left arm, hand, leg and foot. I am also itchy all over my body - especially my head, face, arms and hands. Itchiness, I have discovered, is the first sign (at least in ME) that I am starting to lose feeling in that area. It’s so weird when my lips start itching and losing feeling - usually at night when I have had a busy day and am extra fatigued.

So, to explain most of the falling… Essentially MS attacks the nerves that send signals to various parts of the body. In the case of my left ankle, my ankle has lost contact with my brain. It can’t move - it no longer receives those signals so it just hangs there when I lift my leg - I have a foot drop when I walk because I can’t move that ankle. I drag my toe and trip frequently and when my weak ankles give out, the signal from my brain to my legs that SHOULD help me hop back up and keep me from falling, is slowed down by the nerve damage caused by MS and it doesn’t travel fast enough to be effective so I can’t catch myself. I fall like a homesick rock! My fatigue plays a big part in this. On good days I hardly limp at all. But most days there is a noticeable limp and when I have a lot of walking to do, I now use a cane that I keep in the car (which I only use if I don’t have a shopping cart to use for support). Praise God for disabled parking spots and permits to use them!

Regarding the bladder issues - I have gone through testing with a Urologist to find out what's going on with my bladder and discovered that MS has caused me to have a Neurogenic bladder. Essentially this means that my bladder is working overtime to keep all liquid trapped inside - especially when it is empty! I am thankful not to have urinary incontinence but it is really a drag that it takes so much time and effort sometimes just to urinate! Is this grossing you out? I hope not. It’s my reality and one of the aspects of MS that people don’t like to talk about. Anyway, I have difficulty emptying my bladder fully - especially when I am short on time. So if I am in a hurry, I need to either just take the time to make sure I get my bladder fully emptied (which could make me late or irritate others who might be waiting for me) or else there had better be a restroom at my destination because I am likely going to need it as soon as I get there. It is reminiscent of planning an outing with a toddler who is potty training. My doctor tells me that when it starts to become a bigger problem I will have to start using a catheter. It is going to have to be a REALLY BIG problem for me to be willing to do that! For now, it’s just annoying. And like the foot drop, fatigue plays a big role in how problematic it is on a given day.

Now, on the fatigue issue. They say that it takes 5x more energy for a person with MS to do everything than it does for a healthy person. My doctor explained that even processing words and formulating responses takes a greater effort and is fatiguing. Walking without tripping takes conscious effort. Getting dressed in the morning is more difficult - especially with a leg and ankle that doesn’t cooperate. Try pulling on a pair of pants without moving your ankle - your toes keep getting caught on the inside of the pant legs! Try pulling on a pair of shoes or especially rain boots without moving your ankle - you can’t point your toe! When every minor task I used to do without giving it a thought becomes a major difficulty it can be easy to just sit down and refuse to participate or to procrastinate! So by the time the evening rolls around, my brain has had enough. It starts the shutdown process and humor and communication skills are the first to go.

Now, I tell you all of this just for information and to answer common questions. Please don’t feel sorry for me! Definitely pray for me and my family but don’t think that I am, for one second, complaining about my lot in life. Make no mistake, I view MS as a huge blessing in my life and if you read my earlier post about that very subject you will understand why. I praise God every day for the blessing of MS because it has drawn me closer to Him!

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