Monthly Archives: August 2015

Impatient Patient

As a patient who has MS, I never want to hear the word “relapse”. It’s one of those things that I know exists in the periphery of life with Multiple Sclerosis, but when I’m in a period of remission, it’s easy to be lulled into a false sense of security. To be clear, when I’m not relapsing, I am still dealing with the often invisible symptoms that are a constant. I have learned how to manage those symptoms, and when something new or different comes along, I am always taken off-guard. This most recent relapse came on so suddenly that I was completely stunned, which is ridiculous after more than 12 years living with the MonSter. 

Relapses are par for the course, and I know that they will happen. As much as I try to prepare, I will never fully be prepared for any of it. I never know what part of my body or how severely I will be affected. I am never prepared for the evils of treatment, with side effects that range from a metallic taste in my mouth, to massive heartburn, sleepless nights, and insane weight gain. I call it evil, but it is a necessary evil that generally offers fairly quick relief. 

Almost five weeks ago, this relapse came out of the blue and literally knocked me off my feet. Every relapse I’ve ever had has taken between three and six months to resolve. Then once I am comfortable with my new “normal”, another relapse comes along to remind me that MS will always be lurking in the shadows. 

This time, I took a different form of treatment that is relatively new. Unfortunately the side effects are much the same, but the treatment itself is humanized rather than synthetic. Instead of an IV treatment, I self-injected for five days, which is nothing for those of us who have had MS since the days when the only disease-modifying medications that existed were injectables. 

I’d like to share some lessons I have learned in the last several weeks. First and foremost, this patient is very impatient! I was told that this treatment would take longer to provide relief since it is humanized. After five injections I still hadn’t seen much difference! 

5 weeks post relapse and I'm feeling strong!

5 weeks post relapse and I’m feeling strong!

Additionally, I have learned how incredibly important it is for me to keep my body strong. I went into this relapse being stronger than I had been for a really long time, which resulted in me getting through it more quickly than I ever have. I’m proud to say that just about five weeks later, I am probably feeling 85-90% better. It’s a personal record for me. Somehow I feel like I made it happen that way, even though medically that’s probably not the case. I am taking credit for it, though, because it’s the first relapse I’ve had since I changed my life. Coming out the other side of a relapse more quickly than ever is definitely one of my greatest accomplishments. 

MS family love!

MS family love!

So what’s different now than before? Well, I am not working anymore, so there’s that. No work = no stress. Stress is a killer for MS patients. It affects us physically and actually magnifies symptoms, and even causes relapses. But more importantly, I paid special attention to my body AND my mind, which I never thought about when I was still working. In addition to exercising carefully with my trainer, I also made sure to meditate daily in order to maintain my sense of inner peace. Plus, now I have my MS family, so I leaned heavily on them for their understanding and support. And, of course, a positive attitude goes a long, long way. 

MS family love!

MS family love!

They say that “patience is a virtue.” I guarantee that whoever said that never spent five weeks (let alone three – six months) waiting to feel better! 

Teachers

There is nothing I hate more than teacher bashing, except for being part of a profession that is generalized in incredibly negative ways. I have often heard the expression “those that can do, and those that can’t teach”. Comments are always made about “bankers’ hours” and summers off. The truth of the matter is that good teachers defy every single one of those statements. There are rotten apples in every field but in the world of education, one teacher doing something subpar damns us all. 

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Today I am dedicating this blog to all the amazing teachers out there, and I hope to shed some light on how much we do for our kids that goes way above and beyond our contractual obligations. All of these anecdotes are true, from my life as well as from the lives of some of the best teachers I have ever known. Unlike other jobs out there, teachers commit for life. If any of my students, no matter how many years have gone by, ever needed me, I would be there in a heartbeat. There are more teachers like me out there than you think! 

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One of my teacher friends mentored a student with fairly challenging obstacles in her life. She guided this young lady as she made her way through high school. When the student was in college, she sometimes spent weekends with my friend when she needed some encouragement or just a weekend away from school. When the student’s mom passed away, my friend took a personal day so that she could attend the funeral. Recently, the student graduated from college (with highest honors), and my friend travelled out of state to attend the graduation ceremony. This student is now attending graduate school, and I have no doubt that my friend will continue to support her as she continues on her journey. There is no end to my friend’s dedication, and this student’s experience is just one example of it. 

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I could go on and on about my own “kids” and give examples of how I have shown that I commit to them forever. Not too long ago, a former student called me on a random Wednesday afternoon. Texts are definitely more common with this generation, so I was immediately panicked. I picked up the call and the kid was crying. He was having some medical issues and he was in pain. After listening to him for a minute or two, I knew what I had to do. I went to the ER with him and stayed there for hours (well into the night) because I was not going to leave his side, even though I had been out and about all day long and I was exhausted. I sacrificed my usual Thursday spin class because I couldn’t do it after such a long day the day before. I didn’t regret it then, and I don’t regret it now. I’d do it again and again for any of my kids if they needed me. 

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But my true inspiration for this topic is another friend of mine, and what she is doing right now. At this very moment. A recent graduate is aging out of the system and there is literally no one there to help him. He works two jobs, doesn’t drive, and was living in a group home within walking distance to both jobs. The challenge became finding housing for this hard-working young man. My friend has spent countless hours (on the phone and in person) talking to social services to figure out all the steps that need to be taken in order for him to get the assistance he needs. She offers support for him in so many ways (emotionally, financially, intellectually, etc.) that far exceed the scope of just a teacher. 

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The stories I shared are practical examples of the deep-rooted connection and commitment we make to our kids. We don’t do it because we have to, but because it’s in our nature to give all we have to give, especially when we have special bonds with our students. 

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I wish one great teacher could make the reputation of the entire profession of teaching soar as high as one bad teacher brings it down. I challenge each of you to name a teacher that made a difference in your life, and I guarantee you’ll be able to do it. But can you name any bankers, business executives, or sales people that made a difference in your life? Me neither. 

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I couldn’t resist this meme since I am obsessed with Breaking Bad!

(Shout-out to the teachers who made a difference in my life: Alma Reusch, Nurmi Moran, Amy Smith and “Chickie” Pulis. Thank you all, wherever you are.)

Home Sweet Home

Home. Home is where the heart is. Home is where family is. Home is where we feel like we belong. The physical structure in which we live is just a house. The relationships, the love, and the memories created there all make a house a home. 

My in-laws bought their house when Bruce was just six months old (43 years ago!), and it is the only place he ever remembers living. I have always envied that part of his past because when I was growing up, we moved several times because of my dad’s job. When we finally settled in somewhere for more than three years, it was time for me to go to college. Ultimately that house was sold early in my college years when my parents were divorced. 

I remember those days when I was not quite an adult yet. I was 19 years old and a full-time college student. When the dorms kicked us out (for holidays and breaks) I felt completely lost. My dad was off to Florida and my mom was staying with a friend, and my sisters were already “adults”, living and working in Boston. I had heard “you can’t go home again” many times, but I did not expect that I would live it. I was lucky to have amazing friends with comfy couches. 

But then, the most amazing thing happened. The first time I walked in the door at the Rankin Homestead, it felt like a home. It was not yet mine, but the warmth was palpable. The more we spent time there, the more comfortable I became, and the more it felt like home to me. 

The Rankin house has definitely become my home after all these years.

The Rankin house has definitely become my home after all these years.

Here I am, more than 20 years later, and some of my happiest memories were made there. Now it feels even more like my home because my brother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and my nephew (Luke) have moved in to the homestead. Going there now brings me more joy than ever. I love that my nephew will grow up in the same house as his dad did. I love that he will attend the same schools, maybe even have some of the same teachers, and play at the same playgrounds. I love that Luke will appear on the same “measuring wall” where his dad (and his uncle) were measured as they grew up. I love that Luke will open his Christmas presents in the same place as his father did (and still does!). There is something very special about having this familial link from the past to the future. 

These were taken just after Luke was born, while he was still in the NICU.

These were taken just after Luke was born, while he was still in the NICU.

The decorations may change, and there may even be renovations down the road, but those things could never take away from the sense of comfort I feel when I walk in the door. I didn’t grow up in the Rankin home, but I have done a lot of growing up since the first time I walked in there all those years ago. I am flooded by memories of happy (and even not so happy) times spent there, just as if it was my home all along. It’s true that Bruce and I have a home of our own that we love, but it ends with us (and our dogs!). One thing I know for sure is that I’ll always have a home at the Rankin Homestead, and I couldn’t be more grateful. There’s no place like home. 

Reflections

On July 27, 2014, I first entered the blogosphere (http://www.makinglemonadebecauseican.com/2014/07/). I wasn’t exactly sure where this journey in cyberspace would take me, and I’m still not certain where I’ll end up. In any case, I know that as long as I have something relevant to share, I’ll continue to do so.  

Every journey deserves time to reflect upon it. At the tail end of my career, “reflection” was a buzz word. As teachers, we were asked reflective questions about ourselves, our  teaching philosophies, and even about the professional development activities we were forced to endure. Our students were taught to be reflective as well. So why all the reflection? What’s the point? To me, the answer is quite obvious: growth. It’s turning the mirror in towards yourself to understand things better. Without looking at myself and my experiences, and how I have reacted (as well as how others have reacted to me), I would still be the same person at the same point in my life where I was a year ago, and I’m definitely not. 

When I look back at the last year, I am reminded that the road to growth is not an easy one, and there are always many bumps and detours along the way. Last year at this time, I was full of emotions as my peers prepared to begin another school year. I was sad, lonely, and I felt utterly lost at the thought of not having any new “kids”. These days I’m more focused on the amazing things my former students are doing as they grow up, go to college or to work, and become adults. As the summer is drawing to an end for my former co-workers, I secretly smile at the Staples commercials that used to put me into full-on panic mode. As they get their “back-to-school letters”, I am finally content to be that teacher, who hopefully made an impact on someone, somewhere along the line, and who had to retire early because of Multiple Sclerosis. 

I think one of the most important lessons I have learned in the last year is to not be so hard on myself. As a perfectionist, this task is much easier said than done. But I have learned that I need to listen to my body, and that I have my share of limitations. I am still able to do anything I ever did in the past, but now I choose carefully, only because I no longer have a desire to do certain things because of the amount of stress they inflict upon me, and ultimately on my body. 

I have learned to stay productive. As a former teacher, I am used to having a regimented schedule. I never thought I could survive outside of a world where I only knew I could move because a bell rang. I transferred that concept to my own world, and I continue in that vein. The biggest difference there is that instead of being scheduled to the minute (including when to use the bathroom!), I schedule myself by the day. 

I really feel that I have gained an incredible amount of perspective simply because time is passing. The farther I get from that old life of mine, the more clearly I can see. My priorities have shifted, and I am supremely aware of what is important. It’s easy to lose sight of the beautiful gifts that the universe gives us. That’s just the reason I choose to capture those moments with photography. Every time I look at the pictures I have taken, I am brought back to the moment of each one and why I took that particular shot. In short, I have managed to capture something memorable in every single day, regardless of how simple or mundane it might seem. It’s part of my mission to embrace the simple moments that make me feel truly alive. 

My happiness does, indeed, come from simple things: a roof over my head, some rescue dogs to snuggle with, and an amazing husband. Top it off with a few awesome friends, an incredible MS family, and a whole bunch of former students who make me beam with pride. Life is good. 

A roof over my head...

   A roof over my head…

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Rescue dogs to snuggle with…

An amazing husband.

An amazing husband.

Awesome friends...

  Awesome friends…

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An incredible MS family..

Just some of the former students that make me beam with pride!

Just some of the former students that make me beam with pride!