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Team Rams before the start of the Express Scripts MS Bike Ride (MS 150) in Columbia in Boone County Missouri.
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Her second surgery, on Wednesday, removed the armature that had been emplanted in her bones. Now, she's in a brace for a while. Visiting nurses have been faithful. And, pharmaceuticals make the pain more bearable.
She's walking better! And, she's home with her family. No more nursing home. Thanks for all your thoughts, prayers, and "positive energy," over the last four weeks or so.
Now over 3000 m we started to see yaks..and lots of them taking up gear and supplies throughout the mountains. Incredible beasts.
Taken by Aaron McCourtie
I don't do self's. Don't know why, its to intimate, to challenging. Today was to introspective. Sometimes in life you are put in a place for a reason, to see what you need to see and learn what you need to learn.
Today lifes ironies have had the best of me. I'm tired, I'm emotionally done. I had left what I thought was a pointless and silly meeting at the local MS chapter and was driving home when I passed him on the street corner. I drove shaking for 4 blocks before I pulled over and turned the car around. I rolled the window down as he hobbled over to my car, one hand gripping his cane, the other the message that caught my heart "I have MS. Can't afford my meds or food, anything helps."
I shook all the way home and burst into tears when my mom answered the phone. I think she thought I was hurt as I was stammering about how I know it was stupid, but I didn't care and to please don't ever let me end up like that. I know there are a million reasons as to why I shouldn't have- but there are a plenty as to why I did.
The pile of meds that I am fortunate enough to have access too. The wonderful support that I get from my friends and family. The fact that I get help without ever asking and without it, I know I would be in a world of hurt. The fact that without my support system I know I wouldn't be as far as I am today (headstrong/stubborn or not). The fact that sometimes a series of events just happens and unfolds and you just have to listen to your heart and follow through. You may not know why you were handed the cards you were, or why you are put in a certain place at a certain time, but sometimes there are reasons.
(www.mudrun.ie)
is a different kind of challenge that will leave you dirty, muddy and SMILING. It’s a fun event for people of all fitness levels from serious athletes to first-timers – all you need is a sense of adventure!
Charity | Irelands first ever Mud Run is being organized in aid of Multiple Sclerosis Society of Ireland (www.ms-society.ie)
MRI image of my brain - light patches evidence of inflammation in the white matter caused by multiple sclerosis
May 1, 2011
Furman University
Photos by Cox Photography (http://coxphotography.net/). Thank you Patrick Cox!
MRI image of my brain - light patches evidence of inflammation in the white matter caused by multiple sclerosis
My boyfriend surprised me by putting up a Happy Birthday sign in our apartment. I actually got emotional because no one has ever done that for me before.
My Mom was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis on my 17th birthday. That day, I stayed home for nearly six hours while my parents were at the neurologists’ office getting the results of her MRI. That day, they canceled my birthday dinner plans and gave me my gifts in passing. The day was a blur.
After that, my birthday wasn't so much ignored, but a reminder of what happened. Even though the MS wouldn't affect her until February 14th of the following year (yet another holiday with bitter feelings), July 31st was the day it began.
I ended up planning my own birthdays, making my own special birthday dinner, and for a few years, ordered my own gifts on behalf of my parents. I often had to remind them it was coming up. It didn't make for the best memories. My birthday was no longer a cause for celebration and I was OK with that after a while.
When I began going out with my boyfriend, I was taken aback that we began actually celebrating my birthday and the day truly became my own. I'm still "confused" by it and often don't know how to react. Hearing him say, “Whatever you want. It’s your birthday” still brings a tear to my eye.
So a simple sign like that on the wall can really put me over the emotional edge.