How many people really like public speaking? I hear my grandchildren's dread and fear when speech time comes around at school.
This year, my 11 year old grandson did his speech on Multiple Sclerosis. I was touched that he felt an interest in my disease, enough to share with his classmates. He did his research, for the usual, cause, symptoms and treatments.
But then he talked about how the family joins together for the annual spring MS Walk. He talked about how the kids ride their bikes and I pick them up at the half way point.
This young man has learned how to help me, in all the simple ways, an arm when I go up or down a step, holding a door open. I am very proud of him, that at his age he can be this sensitive to the needs of another.
There is an element of fun to the walk that he mentioned in his speech. The first year we did this as a family, we won best team name "Debby Does MS". (Not that his classmates would get the reference, I hope). The second year we all wore neon green T-shirts. Then we added hats and name tags.
I love that after the very informative beginning to his speech, he lightened the mood talking about the fun of doing the walk. And he ended it in the best possible way, that we might meet at the walk.
Thank you, Kiddo, it means the world to me that you made MS the topic of your speech.
Love you to the moon and back.
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Monday, 16 January 2017
Motion Medicine
Don't we all wish there was some magic potion that would keep us hale and hearty, mobile and independent. Alas, there is no such miracle cure or fixer-upper.
My son gave me a jar of analgesic ointment called Motion Medicine. I have come to depend on its pain relieving qualities, and as a side benefit, the smell that seems to clear the sinuses.
I have a great deal of pain in my lower legs, usually at night and worse when I have been out, walking more than usual. Some of my night pain is the numbness in my feet. After sitting with my feet down, the outer part of my foot, my toes feel like something solid and foreign, like part of me, but not. When I lie down I have to keep wiggling my toes, to stop these weird sensations. Just like I shake my hands when they go numb.
The pain in my legs runs from my knee down the outer portion of my leg, and it keeps me from settling.
That's where the Motion Medicine comes in. I rub it down the outside of my lower leg, on my left knee if it aches, and sometimes on my shoulder. There must be something magic in that stuff because I always sleep better when I've used it.
The smell is strong, and I've learned to wash my hands with soap after (even though I'd like the pain relief for my hands) because it's a mistake to put this stuff anywhere that might touch near your eyes.
So, a big thanks to my son, for the gift that keeps on giving.
My son gave me a jar of analgesic ointment called Motion Medicine. I have come to depend on its pain relieving qualities, and as a side benefit, the smell that seems to clear the sinuses.
I have a great deal of pain in my lower legs, usually at night and worse when I have been out, walking more than usual. Some of my night pain is the numbness in my feet. After sitting with my feet down, the outer part of my foot, my toes feel like something solid and foreign, like part of me, but not. When I lie down I have to keep wiggling my toes, to stop these weird sensations. Just like I shake my hands when they go numb.
The pain in my legs runs from my knee down the outer portion of my leg, and it keeps me from settling.
That's where the Motion Medicine comes in. I rub it down the outside of my lower leg, on my left knee if it aches, and sometimes on my shoulder. There must be something magic in that stuff because I always sleep better when I've used it.
The smell is strong, and I've learned to wash my hands with soap after (even though I'd like the pain relief for my hands) because it's a mistake to put this stuff anywhere that might touch near your eyes.
So, a big thanks to my son, for the gift that keeps on giving.
Thursday, 5 January 2017
What Was I Thinking?
I went grocery shopping yesterday at 'No Frills'...a bag your own grocery store for those who are not familiar. I usually go with my daughter as, first, I hate the parking, and second, she bags my groceries and does all the heavy lifting.
I ventured out this time with my neighbor, and all went well until I was packing my groceries. I always feel such pressure to be fast, and the bags never cooperate so I end up tossing everything in with no order.
Yesterday, as I reached for the button to move the belt along, I twisted or did something to my 'bad' left knee. The pain was horrible and I needed to take the weight off of it and ended up leaning on the counter...an immediate attention getter.
I was still in pain, but able to walk home and get my groceries away in the fridge, freezer and cupboards. Then I covered my knee in this great pain relief ointment and laid down.
I'm a multi-tasker, so while I rested my knee I started a new crochet project. And here's where I went from resting to stupid.
My pattern fell between the bed and the wall. I tried to reach it and got my 'bad' left wrist wedged and had to tug to get it free. I decided to move the foot of the bed away from the wall, and managed this but still couldn't reach the pattern.
Now, I was determined, and the only solution was to move the head of the bed out from the wall. I eased the bedside table out of my way, and pulled on the bed. I felt a rip of pain immediately down my right side.
I spent an uncomfortable night, took some Tylenol, used lots of the analgesic ointment and rested under my heated blanket.
A couple of time during the night I barely made it to standing, and believe me it was a struggle to get to the bathroom. By morning I was still stiff and sore, slept in and finally forced myself to get up and moving.
A little activity goes a long way and I soon needed to rest. Now, dinner done and out of the way, I'm ready for my bed.
Downside to it all, I played with that pattern and decided I didn't like it. Should have left it behind the bed and saved myself a lot of pain and aggravation. Lesson learned.
I ventured out this time with my neighbor, and all went well until I was packing my groceries. I always feel such pressure to be fast, and the bags never cooperate so I end up tossing everything in with no order.
Yesterday, as I reached for the button to move the belt along, I twisted or did something to my 'bad' left knee. The pain was horrible and I needed to take the weight off of it and ended up leaning on the counter...an immediate attention getter.
I was still in pain, but able to walk home and get my groceries away in the fridge, freezer and cupboards. Then I covered my knee in this great pain relief ointment and laid down.
I'm a multi-tasker, so while I rested my knee I started a new crochet project. And here's where I went from resting to stupid.
My pattern fell between the bed and the wall. I tried to reach it and got my 'bad' left wrist wedged and had to tug to get it free. I decided to move the foot of the bed away from the wall, and managed this but still couldn't reach the pattern.
Now, I was determined, and the only solution was to move the head of the bed out from the wall. I eased the bedside table out of my way, and pulled on the bed. I felt a rip of pain immediately down my right side.
I spent an uncomfortable night, took some Tylenol, used lots of the analgesic ointment and rested under my heated blanket.
A couple of time during the night I barely made it to standing, and believe me it was a struggle to get to the bathroom. By morning I was still stiff and sore, slept in and finally forced myself to get up and moving.
A little activity goes a long way and I soon needed to rest. Now, dinner done and out of the way, I'm ready for my bed.
Downside to it all, I played with that pattern and decided I didn't like it. Should have left it behind the bed and saved myself a lot of pain and aggravation. Lesson learned.
Thursday, 29 December 2016
Pain and MS
MS is not generally a disease associated with pain, but as many MS sufferers will tell you, there is a pain component.
I have experienced the 'MS Hug' and the pain in my feet and legs, from actual pain, to numbness, tingling and/or burning sensation.
As I have a generalized arthritic condition, I feel the leg and back aches from a changing gait. I found this article about the different kinds of pain one one find with MS and wanted to share.
https://www.verywell.com/overview-of-pain-as-a-symptom-of-multiple-sclerosis-2440808?utm_campaign=list_ms&utm_content=20161102&utm_medium=email&utm_source=exp_nl&utm_term=list_ms
I have experienced the 'MS Hug' and the pain in my feet and legs, from actual pain, to numbness, tingling and/or burning sensation.
As I have a generalized arthritic condition, I feel the leg and back aches from a changing gait. I found this article about the different kinds of pain one one find with MS and wanted to share.
https://www.verywell.com/overview-of-pain-as-a-symptom-of-multiple-sclerosis-2440808?utm_campaign=list_ms&utm_content=20161102&utm_medium=email&utm_source=exp_nl&utm_term=list_ms
Wednesday, 14 December 2016
A New Perspective
I was at my grandson's hockey game on the weekend. The stairs into the stands are brutal, as are the seats. I usually take the elevator to the top and sit in the last row, better view than at board level.
After the game I returned to the elevator to make my way back to the main level. Before the doors closed a man squeezed in and with a smile asked if he could ride down with me. I had my cane with me, so my need of the elevator was obvious. He, on the other hand, was younger, much younger, and gave all initial appearances as to being healthy.
I am never one to judge, been there, done that...the being judged part, not the judging. He must have felt the need to explain himself. "I have MS," he told me.
"So do I," I replied.
We then got into a conversation, as we were no longer strangers. And, as things work out, we have the same neurologist. His son plays on the opposing team, and they were from the city where I go to the MS Clinic. We were both of the opinion that we have a great doctor, and the clinic is great.
I learned he is on one of the newer drugs, that require daily injections, and has been for the last twelve years. These injections come with a cost of $1800 a month.That is a long time to be doing injections, as any insulin dependent diabetic would agree. He's now suffering the side effects of the drug, and it's causing him joint problems and pain.
This led to discussion of the cane and or walker. I admitted to a great reluctance to using the cane, which I am now very comfortable with, and the walker, which I am not. I use the walker to and from the car, when walking to the main building in my complex, but otherwise avoid using it in public.
My excuse is that I am usually going shopping and can use a cart, so taking the walker is not required. I gathered that my new friend was also reluctant to use an assisted device. And I can understand why.
This man is young, with an eight year old son. There are so many things he can't do with his son, because of his disease, the pain and the fatigue. He's had his illness for twelve years, so his son has never seen him healthy.
It made me think of one of the stories in the book "Women Living With MS" where a young woman talked about using the cane in front of her young daughter's friends at school, and the daughter being upset. I think this might be part of this man's reluctance.
I can understand how he feels. My grandchildren have only known me with MS. Though I was more active in the early years, the first couple are too young to really remember. They have accepted the changes, the cane, and the walker, as it is what it is.
But, I'm a grandmother, living alone, retired, so I can rest when I need to, before and after any activity. I am not a young father, struggling with a chronic illness, while working, and trying to live as normal a life as possible, for as long as possible.
My meeting put a new face to MS, and my heart goes out to this man, with empathy and understanding. I hope the treatment he's on slows the progression of his disease and gives him the time he needs, for himself, and for his family.
After the game I returned to the elevator to make my way back to the main level. Before the doors closed a man squeezed in and with a smile asked if he could ride down with me. I had my cane with me, so my need of the elevator was obvious. He, on the other hand, was younger, much younger, and gave all initial appearances as to being healthy.
I am never one to judge, been there, done that...the being judged part, not the judging. He must have felt the need to explain himself. "I have MS," he told me.
"So do I," I replied.
We then got into a conversation, as we were no longer strangers. And, as things work out, we have the same neurologist. His son plays on the opposing team, and they were from the city where I go to the MS Clinic. We were both of the opinion that we have a great doctor, and the clinic is great.
I learned he is on one of the newer drugs, that require daily injections, and has been for the last twelve years. These injections come with a cost of $1800 a month.That is a long time to be doing injections, as any insulin dependent diabetic would agree. He's now suffering the side effects of the drug, and it's causing him joint problems and pain.
This led to discussion of the cane and or walker. I admitted to a great reluctance to using the cane, which I am now very comfortable with, and the walker, which I am not. I use the walker to and from the car, when walking to the main building in my complex, but otherwise avoid using it in public.
My excuse is that I am usually going shopping and can use a cart, so taking the walker is not required. I gathered that my new friend was also reluctant to use an assisted device. And I can understand why.
This man is young, with an eight year old son. There are so many things he can't do with his son, because of his disease, the pain and the fatigue. He's had his illness for twelve years, so his son has never seen him healthy.
It made me think of one of the stories in the book "Women Living With MS" where a young woman talked about using the cane in front of her young daughter's friends at school, and the daughter being upset. I think this might be part of this man's reluctance.
I can understand how he feels. My grandchildren have only known me with MS. Though I was more active in the early years, the first couple are too young to really remember. They have accepted the changes, the cane, and the walker, as it is what it is.
But, I'm a grandmother, living alone, retired, so I can rest when I need to, before and after any activity. I am not a young father, struggling with a chronic illness, while working, and trying to live as normal a life as possible, for as long as possible.
My meeting put a new face to MS, and my heart goes out to this man, with empathy and understanding. I hope the treatment he's on slows the progression of his disease and gives him the time he needs, for himself, and for his family.
Tuesday, 15 November 2016
Feeling Good
I don't know why, but some months ago, I stopped taking anything but prescription and pain medication. I think it had to do with difficulty swallowing, and some of those vitamin pills are really big.
Last week I went back on everything, and I am feeling so much better. So I'm back on the B Compound, the B12, the Vitamin D and the Omega 3.
A lot of MS people are low on B12, and of course the Vit D and Omega 3 are recommended, so I guess I can see why. I'm feeling better. I have a bit more energy, and maybe have lost some brain fog, but unfortunately, the pain is with me still, unchanged.
On a positive note, I'm getting into some crafts other than crochet, which means I'm persevering and trying to stand for longer periods. Which s good because I have this Christmas stuff I need to finish, well start and finish.
I even took a bit of a walk the other night, not far, but good for me. My 89 year old neighbor still puts me to shame with how far she can walk, but that's the way the ball bounces.
Wish the younger generation would listen to me, take a good look and listen. Maybe then they would take more care and not abuse the luxury of youth that might take away the pleasure of old age.
Oh, the things I wish I could do over.
Last week I went back on everything, and I am feeling so much better. So I'm back on the B Compound, the B12, the Vitamin D and the Omega 3.
A lot of MS people are low on B12, and of course the Vit D and Omega 3 are recommended, so I guess I can see why. I'm feeling better. I have a bit more energy, and maybe have lost some brain fog, but unfortunately, the pain is with me still, unchanged.
On a positive note, I'm getting into some crafts other than crochet, which means I'm persevering and trying to stand for longer periods. Which s good because I have this Christmas stuff I need to finish, well start and finish.
I even took a bit of a walk the other night, not far, but good for me. My 89 year old neighbor still puts me to shame with how far she can walk, but that's the way the ball bounces.
Wish the younger generation would listen to me, take a good look and listen. Maybe then they would take more care and not abuse the luxury of youth that might take away the pleasure of old age.
Oh, the things I wish I could do over.
Friday, 4 November 2016
Crazy for Crochet
Since last winter I have been having more difficulty sitting upright. It seems I'm losing upper body strength, so sitting where I have no support is a challenge. I bought a recliner chair, on the advice of my physician, but have to admit, I don't like it.
I suppose if I was just relaxing, watching television or reading, it might be okay, but I can't seem to do just one thing at a time. So I might read and watch television, but I really like to read in bed. I find the chair, when reclined, puts me at an odd angle, for using the laptop, or for doing crafts. And to be honest, I don't like lying on my back.
So, in order to put my feet up, and be reclined, more on my side than my back, I go to bed extremely early. I spend my evening in bed, going from crochet to reading, to maybe a book of puzzles (I suck at Sudoku).
A friend asked if I ever made those toppers for tea towels, you know the ones, they hang from the handle on your oven door or cupboard, and are handy for drying your hands. I said yes, had made a set, with matching dish cloths for each of my kids a few years ago for Christmas.
My friend asked if I could make her a few for Christmas, but never got back to me with any details. I went ahead and looked for patterns, and was anxious to start. I found myself between projects, so to speak, and needed something to do.
With no handy tea towels, and no idea of colors, I found the perfect solution. It is a crocheted topper, but instead of being attached to the tea towel, the towel is inserted through an elastic covered ring, and can be changed for the season or just for variety, and of course for washing.
I have a big stash of leftover yarn, and sooooo many buttons, I got started right away and am sharing the results. If my friend doesn't want these I'll donate them to one of the upcoming Christmas bazaars that are coming up.
I don't do anything by half measures, obviously.
I suppose if I was just relaxing, watching television or reading, it might be okay, but I can't seem to do just one thing at a time. So I might read and watch television, but I really like to read in bed. I find the chair, when reclined, puts me at an odd angle, for using the laptop, or for doing crafts. And to be honest, I don't like lying on my back.
So, in order to put my feet up, and be reclined, more on my side than my back, I go to bed extremely early. I spend my evening in bed, going from crochet to reading, to maybe a book of puzzles (I suck at Sudoku).
A friend asked if I ever made those toppers for tea towels, you know the ones, they hang from the handle on your oven door or cupboard, and are handy for drying your hands. I said yes, had made a set, with matching dish cloths for each of my kids a few years ago for Christmas.
My friend asked if I could make her a few for Christmas, but never got back to me with any details. I went ahead and looked for patterns, and was anxious to start. I found myself between projects, so to speak, and needed something to do.
With no handy tea towels, and no idea of colors, I found the perfect solution. It is a crocheted topper, but instead of being attached to the tea towel, the towel is inserted through an elastic covered ring, and can be changed for the season or just for variety, and of course for washing.
I have a big stash of leftover yarn, and sooooo many buttons, I got started right away and am sharing the results. If my friend doesn't want these I'll donate them to one of the upcoming Christmas bazaars that are coming up.
I don't do anything by half measures, obviously.
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