Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

04 February 2014

GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION

At last check, I was the one diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, not my husband, not our daughters, not my mother, my father, my best friends, my cousins, my aunts, uncles or any of my friends and family. Yet for some reason, that for the life of me I cannot wrap my head around, the powers that be are bound and determined to make those around me suffer. Guilty by association. It isn't as if they have not made it difficult enough for us to live and treat this MonSter. They made it difficult enough for us to obtain health care (some who shall remain nameless, would like to see us without)…astronomical premiums, waiting periods of disease modifying therapies, loop holes, red tape, pre-qualifications…it is really enough to make a big girl cry. And now to add some high-calorie icing to the proverbial cake they deny you the right to purchase short-term disability and life insurance? So if I understand correctly, after you have attempted to make my life even more difficult to navigate as a person living with this unpredictable disease you thought it would be a swell idea to keep the party going by impacting the quality of life of all those around me…just for kicks and giggles? Well, let me be clear on what I would like to kick and how much it would truly make me giggle!

Are we not deserving of the same benefits that the rest of the population is entitled to? At what point did I become less of a human, less of a mother, less of a provider? The day I was diagnosed? Did you not think that I too might want to spare my friends and family any further financial burdens on the off chance that this disease gets the better of me? There is also the off chance that I could get hit by a bus but prior to 2009 that whole bus smashing scenario didn't bother you so much. One of the biggest issues those with MS face is the guilt associated with the possibility of becoming a burden to their family, both physically and financially. Please believe, we do not need anything else to feel guilty about. I thought we were all endowed with certain unalienable rights? I suppose MS stripped me of my myelin and my rights in one fail swoop…the MRI didn't pick up on that. Are we not entitled to “due process”?


PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Unfortunately, due to the “process” if you love me, you are now guilty by association.

23 March 2010

ROLLING RIGHT ALONG

Sometimes we as MSers get caught up in the depression of this unpredictable disease. Sometimes we get angry, feeling that the monster within systematically and silently robs us of our quality of life. How dare you invade my body. Take up residence as if someone granted you dominion over all that is me! Sound familiar? I have those internal rantings often. Especially when I have reached my irritation quota for the day and want to take my injection needle and shove it where the sun don’t shine of some unsuspecting support person who tells one more time “it doesn’t hurt that bad”. I know, overkill. But then there are days when you meet someone who makes you feel like a complete self absorbed boob for wallowing in your own MS-induced pity party. This past Saturday was one of those days. I had the pleasure on running into a girlfriend I had not seen in years. We did the usual catch up , how’s the kids, how’s the husbands, how’s work, the parents, etc etc. She then mentioned that she had had another daughter since we last spoke. Oh wow! Let me see a picture – normal response right? As she sorted through the many family photos in her super-high tech cell phone she casually mentioned that her beautiful little girl was born with Down Syndrome and congestive heart failure that required open heart surgery at 3 months of age! As a mother my heart instantly ached. How do you endure seeing your precious little bundle being subjected to the poking and prodding that we as MSers know comes with testing for any type of disease. Thankfully they have been blessed. Her surgery was a complete success and she is as active and rambunctious as any little seven year old. Hearing the thankfulllness in her voice and seeing the love on her face as she shared her adorable family photos was infectious. It literally permeated my spirit. And made me realize that no matter how much I dislike the monster within I am so absolutely blessed. Even the day when I may be bound to me bedazzled scooter (oh, you know I will have a fabulously divalicious pink glittered scooter lol) I will still count my blessings. My long lost girlfriend reaffirmed in me that yes, there will be bad days. There may even be absolutely monstrously nightmarish days but I will still be here. Living to enjoy another day on this beautiful green Earth. Besides, even if one day I am unable to walk hot shoes look equally as hot sitting down. LOL