Monthly Archives: March 2019

Wedding Dress

On the day that this entry is posted, I will be trying on wedding dresses for the first time ever. For those who haven’t followed this blog or perhaps you missed a few entries here and there, yes, I am already married. In the year 2000, my boyfriend of almost six years (and my best friend of almost ten years) and I headed to Las Vegas to tie the knot. No one was with us, and instead we had an Internet broadcast (very cutting edge for the time) of our nuptials. There was no proposal, just an understanding that we were meant to be together and kind of just decided to do it.

Our wedding. Little Chapel of the Flowers, Las Vegas.

It’s not that we didn’t think about a wedding, but we are practical people and we were just starting our life together, so the last thing we thought about was spending money we didn’t have. Instead, we bought our first home, and soon after MS came along. Together we retreated inward to our safe space together, our new home, as we learned how to deal with this new dynamic MS was going to add to our relationship. As we were just figuring things out, our friends were busy making babies. We were just trying to figure out our new normals and we did this while being scrutinized for our decision not to procreate after already taking heat for the way in which we chose to get married.

Just before our 16th wedding anniversary, Bruce did something I never would have expected: he got down on one knee and “retroactively” proposed to me, shocking the hell out of me. At first, we didn’t know what the proposal would mean for us, because we just wanted to enjoy the moment and our love story because quite frankly, there’s no other like it.

This was the day that Bruce proposed to me… retroactively.

And this was the moment when Bruce told me to sit down and look at my ring because I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

After cancer came along, however, we decided we wanted a real wedding. The kind we never had. The kind where I wear a(n) (off)white dress. The kind where the ones we love most are there to share our joy. The kind where Bruce sees me walking down an aisle towards him. The kind where we publicly declare our vows to each other in front of actual people rather than a webcam. The kind where we drink and eat and dance with our friends and family. The kind we never had.

Once we booked our venue, photographer, and DJ, I kept saying it’s over two years away. There’s nothing to do. Then all of a sudden I turned around and I’m almost within a year, and there’s stuff to be done!

So on this very day, I will be trying on wedding gowns. I’ve been getting really excited about it, but I’m also kind of nervous. I’m not sure exactly why… I think it’s about the struggle I have always had with body dysmorphia and I’m worried that I will look at myself in the mirror, and no matter how beautiful the dress, I will only be able to see what’s wrong with my body rather than what is right with the dress. Thankfully, my MS sisters will be joining me, along with my trainer, and not only do they understand my issues, but I know that I can count on their honesty. They know how to be gentle enough with my fragile self-image to tell me the truth by building me up rather than cutting me down, and I love them for that and about a gazillion other reasons.

My amazing MS sisters.

When Bru and I first got married, I wanted no part of a wedding dress because I wasn’t happy with my body and I didn’t want to see it in a dress. Now all these years later, I’m still not where I want to be physically, but I have done a lot of work on myself, my mindset, and my physical body. As nervous as I am, I am ready to accept myself just as I am, knowing that Bruce will love me in anything (although he prefers me in nothing!), just as he always has.

How the hell did I get so lucky?

Strength

Being that I’m about halfway through my Yoga Teacher Training (YTT), I thought perhaps this week would be a good time to give a little update.

When I first started this training, I had no idea I would be affected in such huge ways. I knew I was committing to something really big, and people who have gone through yoga teacher training will agree that training is intense both physically and mentally.

I knew my practice would improve if for no other reason than that I am accountable for doing so every single day. That’s in addition to the training I do on my own and with my trainer. It’s not easy with MS and when my body craves it, I allow it to rest and I practice in other ways. There are many ways to do this without actually moving the physical body. I can focus on breath-work, meditation, mindfulness, or the many other pieces that make up one’s practice.

This is my yoga teacher and I am so inspired by her Gypsy Soul.

What I wasn’t expecting was how much learning goes into being a yoga teacher that doesn’t really have anything to do with the physical practice on the mat. We read and learn from ancient texts, we learn about anatomy, we study chants in Sanskrit and we are learning a little bit of the language, we philosophize a lot about just about everything because “yoga” means to yoke with or have union with ALL that there is. I love this part of my training, but my head definitely spins after each YTT day, in the best way possible.

The happiest surprise has been the connection I have made with my awesome yoga sisters, including our teacher and one very special alum (shout out, Destinee!). We range in age from 20-something to me at 40-something but our bond is incredible. We are each others’ biggest cheer leaders, and I have nothing but love and respect for these girls. They build me up so much, almost as if they know what I need and when I need it. We get so excited to see each other, and we are already feeling sad about the time when our training is over because we won’t see each other like we do now. I mean we spend hours upon hours together during our training alone and then we try to all practice together once a week.

These girls are so special to me and they will always hold a special place in my heart.

I’m still not sure where my YTT journey will take me, but I am enjoying the ride even more than I thought I would. It has been equally rewarding and exhausting, but I love it because I’m learning more than just some poses on a mat. I’m not just learning about why we do these poses and what they help do for the body, but more importantly,  I’m learning the most about myself.

I am learning to trust my body more, and to be more confident in what it can do for me. I’m learning to disconnect from everything but my body and my breath when I’m on my mat, and somehow this has carried over off my mat where I care less and less about what others think of me, because in the long run, I can’t change them, and my mindset has changed so much that I waste no time giving a sh*t about it anyway.

Practicing together in a square during YTT is usually how we roll.

It’s true that I made this commitment and it’s also true that I have never not honored a commitment I made. Luckily I have my guy who supports me in every single scenario and he understands that I am “married” to yoga right now. He could complain about it but he doesn’t because he understands how I am when I set my mind to something, and the results are undeniable, on and off the mat.

Wherever I end up when this part of my journey is done, I will be grateful for everything (and everybody) who has been supporting me along the way. We all need to find our strength somehow, and slowly but surely I am finding mine. Strength is not always related to what you can do with your physical body. That kind of strength is obvious and in my opinion, much easier to attain. The real goal in life is to feel strong from the inside out… and to feel true strength of body, mind, and spirit. I’m not where I want to be just yet, but I’m getting closer (and stronger) every single day.

MS Awareness Month

Being that March is MS Awareness Month, I would be remiss if I didn’t blog on the topic at least once this month. The Cambridge Dictionary defines “awareness” as “knowledge that something exists, or understanding of a situation or subject at the present time based on information or experience”. While I feel that most people have the knowledge that MS exists, very few of those people (if any) are truly understanding about how different one’s life can be when MS tags along for the duration. 

The array of symptoms that each patient is afflicted with varies so vastly not only in the exact symptoms experienced, but also in the intensity that those symptoms carry. I do think that MS Awareness is more about understanding than anything else, because without a cure, that’s what we really need. 

For example, one person made a comment to me about the following scenario: We had a family event planned which required traveling over an hour just to get to the venue. Prior to that, of course, I had to shower, attend to this thick head of curls that always needs attention, dress in normal clothes (not PJs or workout gear), put on makeup, and then travel the hour. All of this in itself is exhausting without even counting in the event itself. The comment made to me was one of complete and utter disbelief, “So your energy is sapped because you showered and got ready and sat in the car for an hour?” Yup. That’s how it works. When I am dressed to go somewhere, of course I try and look my best, and I usually hear, “How are you feeling? Because you look fantastic.” Looks can be deceiving, and no one can see what’s wreaking havoc inside my body because of lesions (scleroses or scar tissue) on my brain and spinal cord. 

I’m going to be brutally honest here and I’m going to share some of the invisible symptoms that I endure every single day but you don’t see. Maybe if I talk about them, even if they are embarrassing, we can get to a place where awareness equals more compassion. 

First and foremost, let me just say that I am “blessed” (sarcasm… in case you couldn’t tell) with some symptoms that are considered “rare” for MS patients. I’d like to tell each and every one of you that if anyone (even a neurologist) tells you that pain is not a symptom of MS, run (unless you have MS, then just walk, hobble, or roll yourself away as quickly and safely as possible)! The reason why I mention pain first is simply because it interferes with my sleep. The pain is bone deep, and it’s a constant ache (with an excruciating spasm here and there), primarily in my lower extremities. It’s very difficult for me to find a comfortable position, and when I do, it’s only temporary. Late at night I often wander around the house from bed to couch to chair seeking comfort so I can sleep. I have tried all of the prescription (and over-the-counter) sleep aides, and pain killers of all varieties, but to no avail. In addition to the pain, I deal with what I refer to as a “cranky” bladder. This means that when I have to urinate I can’t, and I try and try until tears are streaming down my cheeks. There is a solution (self-cathetorization) which I am NOT open to at this point in my life. I can’t even believe I’m writing this, but people should know. This doesn’t just happen at night, but it’s worse at night, and adds to my inability to sleep.  Sleep deprivation on its own is enough to really mess with your thought processes, not even taking into account cognitive deficiencies due to MS. Imagine how you’d function sleeping only 1-2 hours at a time. Every. Single. Night. 

In addition to just feeling sleepy because of my nighttime habits, I also get to “enjoy” (again, sarcasm) the body crippling fatigue that is so common with MS. Imagine that one minute you feel fine, and then the next minute, you can’t even  summon the energy to pick your leg up to take a step. Everything feels like it’s wrapped in lead, and you feel as though you’re just sinking in quicksand. There were many days while I was still working when all I could do was put my head on my desk and cry because I didn’t know how I’d make it to my car, or home. When you tell someone with MS how tired you are, understand that you’re tired (because you didn’t get a good night’s sleep) can in no way compare with MS fatigue. It is, for sure, in a category all its own.

Another “fun” (have you caught on to the sarcasm yet?) symptom is my total lack of balance. There is a neurological test known as Romberg’s Test. I am Romberg’s positive, which sounds good but it isn’t. When a patient stands with feet together, arms by sides, and eyes closed, a Romberg’s positive patient will sway, or even stumble or fall. It’s a test that is used to detect poor balance. While I don’t walk around with my eyes closed and my feet together, I am always off-balance. I have a wide based gait as a coping mechanism, but being off-balance can be extremely debilitating. I can’t be in crowded places because I can’t maneuver a crowd with my wide gait and perpetually numb feet), and when there are a lot of people around, I lose my footing. This happened one time at a funeral repast, and I stumbled very obviously. Another guest at the table (who knows of my condition) said, “Did you have a nice trip? Did you just get those feet?”, and because not enough people were listening to him, he repeated it until he was reasonably satisfied that a sufficient number of other guests heard his little “joke”. I cried all the way home. And people wonder why I like to do things low-key and at home whenever possible…

Another symptom that is considered rare is the MS itch. It’s insatiable. And because it is neurological, topical creams and antihistamines are useless.  I have scratched and scarred my skin in so many places, it’s ridiculous. Once the itch starts, it doesn’t stop, and the next thing I know, I’m raw and swollen. The worst part is how badly it burns when I get in the shower afterwards. I have one friend who also gets this itch (shoutout to Cathy!), and it seems that it usually affects the same area so that’s good, I guess. She gets it on her torso, and I always get it on my legs, feet, hands, and shoulders. With all these scars, I’ll never be a model, but they are a part of me and I consider them a badge of honor. Proof of my battle. 

Other symptoms include what I call “surface” numbness from the underside of my breasts all the way down my body, left sided weakness and loss of coordination and function, and what is jokingly referred to as “fumble fingers”. My fine motor skills are definitely lacking! I can’t color between the lines, I can’t clasp my necklaces (love my magnetic clasps!), and I can’t even tie my shoelaces (but I use Hickies laces or similar products). The “MS hug” is not the kind of hug you want to have, as it squeezes from the ribs, all the way around to the upper back, and often causes shortness of breath. 

Perhaps the worst of all the nuisance symptoms I deal with are the cognitive ones because they are by far the scariest. Most times, it’s just simple things like trying to remember the word I want to use, or even forgetting my thought in the middle of speaking. Focus and retention are big weaknesses for me, so I’ve learned to watch certain TV shows and movies with the closed-captioning on. This allows me to read and listen, a true teacher strategy. But by far, the most frightening of incidents has happened to me more and more, but it is a fairly recent development. I can be driving along my very familiar route when all of a sudden I can’t figure out where I am. I start to panic, pulling over at my first opportunity. I cautiously look around, hoping for something to look familiar. Nothing. Finally, I realize I have the perfect tool for this, my GPS. I turn it on and after several deep breaths, I continue on my way. Often I use it even when I know where I am going, simply for the reassurance that it offers me. 

The point is, that many MS patients look just like me. We don’t necessarily use assistive devices to help us ambulate, nor do we have neon signs over our heads pointing us out. But we are not like our “healthy” counterparts because despite what you see, every second of every minute of every day is a battle. We do look good, but we are also good actors because we have to be. It’s the life we have been given, and we accept it because we are warriors and we must. It would be a whole lot easier if awareness really did bring about understanding and compassion from those around us. But for now, I’ll just take comfort in the fact that most folks even know what MS is! 

So the next time you see me (or someone who looks “healthy” like I do) getting out of my car in a handicap parking stall, don’t judge me for not being handicapped enough, and know that even though you can’t see it, my battle is, indeed, very real. 

Spread the word and raise awareness. MS is very real and also can be quite debilitating.

MS Awareness Month

Being that March is MS Awareness Month, I would be remiss if I didn’t blog on the topic at least once this month. The Cambridge Dictionary defines “awareness” as “knowledge that something exists, or understanding of a situation or subject at the present time based on information or experience”. While I feel that most people have the knowledge that MS exists, very few of those people (if any) are truly understanding about how different one’s life can be when MS tags along for the duration. 

The array of symptoms that each patient is afflicted with varies so vastly not only in the exact symptoms experienced, but also in the intensity that those symptoms carry. I do think that MS Awareness is more about understanding than anything else, because without a cure, that’s what we really need. 

For example, one person made a comment to me about the following scenario: We had a family event planned which required traveling over an hour just to get to the venue. Prior to that, of course, I had to shower, attend to this thick head of curls that always needs attention, dress in normal clothes (not PJs or workout gear), put on makeup, and then travel the hour. All of this in itself is exhausting without even counting in the event itself. The comment made to me was one of complete and utter disbelief, “So your energy is sapped because you showered and got ready and sat in the car for an hour?” Yup. That’s how it works. When I am dressed to go somewhere, of course I try and look my best, and I usually hear, “How are you feeling? Because you look fantastic.” Looks can be deceiving, and no one can see what’s wreaking havoc inside my body because of lesions (scleroses or scar tissue) on my brain and spinal cord. 

I’m going to be brutally honest here and I’m going to share some of the invisible symptoms that I endure every single day but you don’t see. Maybe if I talk about them, even if they are embarrassing, we can get to a place where awareness equals more compassion. 

First and foremost, let me just say that I am “blessed” (sarcasm… in case you couldn’t tell) with some symptoms that are considered “rare” for MS patients. I’d like to tell each and every one of you that if anyone (even a neurologist) tells you that pain is not a symptom of MS, run (unless you have MS, then just walk, hobble, or roll yourself away as quickly and safely as possible)! The reason why I mention pain first is simply because it interferes with my sleep. The pain is bone deep, and it’s a constant ache (with an excruciating spasm here and there), primarily in my lower extremities. It’s very difficult for me to find a comfortable position, and when I do, it’s only temporary. Late at night I often wander around the house from bed to couch to chair seeking comfort so I can sleep. I have tried all of the prescription (and over-the-counter) sleep aides, and pain killers of all varieties, but to no avail. In addition to the pain, I deal with what I refer to as a “cranky” bladder. This means that when I have to urinate I can’t, and I try and try until tears are streaming down my cheeks. There is a solution (self-cathetorization) which I am NOT open to at this point in my life. I can’t even believe I’m writing this, but people should know. This doesn’t just happen at night, but it’s worse at night, and adds to my inability to sleep.  Sleep deprivation on its own is enough to really mess with your thought processes, not even taking into account cognitive deficiencies due to MS. Imagine how you’d function sleeping only 1-2 hours at a time. Every. Single. Night. 

In addition to just feeling sleepy because of my nighttime habits, I also get to “enjoy” (again, sarcasm) the body crippling fatigue that is so common with MS. Imagine that one minute you feel fine, and then the next minute, you can’t even  summon the energy to pick your leg up to take a step. Everything feels like it’s wrapped in lead, and you feel as though you’re just sinking in quicksand. There were many days while I was still working when all I could do was put my head on my desk and cry because I didn’t know how I’d make it to my car, or home. When you tell someone with MS how tired you are, understand that your tired (because you didn’t get a good night’s sleep) can in no way compare with MS fatigue. It is, for sure, in a category all its own.

Another “fun” (have you caught on to the sarcasm yet?) symptom is my total lack of balance. There is a neurological test known as Romberg’s Test. I am Romberg’s positive, which sounds good but it isn’t. When a patient stands with feet together, arms by sides, and eyes closed, a Romberg’s positive patient will sway, or even stumble or fall. It’s a test that is used to detect poor balance. While I don’t walk around with my eyes closed and my feet together, I am always off-balance. I have a wide based gait as a coping mechanism, but being off-balance can be extremely debilitating. I can’t be in crowded places because I can’t maneuver a crowd with my wide gait and perpetually numb feet), and when there are a lot of people around, I lose my footing. This happened one time at a funeral repast, and I stumbled very obviously. Another guest at the table (who knows of my condition) said, “Did you have a nice trip? Did you just get those feet?”, and because not enough people were listening to him, he repeated it until he was reasonably satisfied that a sufficient number of other guests heard his little “joke”. I cried all the way home. And people wonder why I like to do things low-key and at home whenever possible…

Another symptom that is considered rare is the MS itch. It’s insatiable. And because it is neurological, topical creams and antihistamines are useless.  I have scratched and scarred my skin in so many places, it’s ridiculous. Once the itch starts, it doesn’t stop, and the next thing I know, I’m raw and swollen. The worst part is how badly it burns when I get in the shower afterwards. I have one friend who also gets this itch (shoutout to Cathy!), and it seems that it usually affects the same area so that’s good, I guess. She gets it on her torso, and I always get it on my legs, feet, hands, and shoulders. With all these scars, I’ll never be a model, but they are a part of me and I consider them a badge of honor. Proof of my battle. 

Other symptoms include what I call “surface” numbness from the underside of my breasts all the way down my body, left sided weakness and loss of coordination and function, and what is jokingly referred to as “fumble fingers”. My fine motor skills are definitely lacking! I can’t color between the lines, I can’t clasp my necklaces (love my magnetic clasps!), and I can’t even tie my shoelaces (but I use Hickies laces or similar products). The “MS hug” is not the kind of hug you want to have, as it squeezes from the ribs, all the way around to the upper back, and often causes shortness of breath. 

Perhaps the worst of all the nuisance symptoms I deal with are the cognitive ones because they are by far the scariest. Most times, it’s just simple things like trying to remember the word I want to use, or even forgetting my thought in the middle of speaking. Focus and retention are big weaknesses for me, so I’ve learned to watch certain TV shows and movies with the closed-captioning on. This allows me to read and listen, a true teacher strategy. But by far, the most frightening of incidents has happened to me more and more, but it is a fairly recent development. I can be driving along my very familiar route when all of a sudden I can’t figure out where I am. I start to panic, pulling over at my first opportunity. I cautiously look around, hoping for something to look familiar. Nothing. Finally, I realize I have the perfect tool for this, my GPS. I turn it on and after several deep breaths, I continue on my way. Often I use it even when I know where I am going, simply for the reassurance that it offers me. 

The point is, that many MS patients look just like me. We don’t necessarily use assistive devices to help us ambulate, nor do we have neon signs over our heads pointing us out. But we are not like our “healthy” counterparts because despite what you see, every second of every minute of every day is a battle. We do look good, but we are also good actors because we have to be. It’s the life we have been given, and we accept it because we are warriors and we must. It would be a whole lot easier if awareness really did bring about understanding and compassion from those around us. But for now, I’ll just take comfort in the fact that most folks even know what MS is! 

So the next time you see me (or someone who looks “healthy” like I do) getting out of my car in a handicap parking stall, don’t judge me for not being handicapped enough, and know that even though you can’t see it, my battle is, indeed, very real. 

Not getting the sideways glares and dirty looks from others (on the rare occasion I actually go to a store and use the handicap parking stall) might make me feel that, perhaps, awareness truly can lead to compassion.