I am waiting for the changes. Some I wait for impatiently, some I dread, some have to happen, some can’t. Changes are part of life. The only end to change in one’s life is the end of one’s life. I know this, but it doesn’t make some changes any easier.
We’ve spent all summer working on the new house…talk about a change! The house is incredible and I cannot wait to move in, but I have to wait another week I think. There are still a handful of things that need to happen and I don’t want to rush in where we are living in an uncomfortable situation. It’s funny, I am dying to move in, but I am nervous and worried at the same time.
My sisters are all having major changes happening in their lives. I am standing on the sidelines waiting to see who needs to be picked up. My stomach turns and churns watching and waiting for the last shoe to drop in all of these situations. I know that at least two of the sisters will come out stronger on the other end, but I can’t stand to see them hurt, but the other sis…I’m not so sure about.
My girls have changed schools. We put them in the local Waldorf school after three years of public school for the oldest and one for the youngest. This was a very hard change to make. We fell in love with the school more than a year ago and have been planning this change for that long, but we still had tears from the oldest for the first couple of days. It’s funny, she knows that this is where they belong, but she is still homesick for the other school. They have both started to settle in and seem to really be blossoming. They are wonderful girls (yes, I am biased, but this is true). They are creative, curious, polite, full of wonder, adventurous, willing to try, and good hearted….all of these things seem to help them fall right in with the other children and I look at their classmates and am amazed to find such confident, grounded little beings. This has been a great change even with the challenges.
Speaking of changes, there are some I need to make (or I should say, Henry and I need to make). On the health from the two of us are woefully unprepared to get older. We need to clean up our diets and start exercising. And I need to find a way to learn to let go of stress or at least not react so strongly to it. The summer’s stress has caused me a hard summer and at least one minor exacerbation. I need to get healthy physically, mentally and emotionally to lull my MonSter back to sleep. Once we finally get moved, the changes will be coming on that front.
Now I know most of you bother with my blog more for pictures and knitting than for the dribble above, so ask me how I meet all of these changes… Well, I continue to knit. As Elizabeth Zimmerman says, “Knit on with confidence and hope, through all crises.” I have not exactly produced a ton, but I have managed to continue to knit a little here and there throughout all of this junk and have a few things to show for the effort. I made a baby jacket for a friend fo a friend and I knitted a big headed monkey for Mycah’s birthday. I also started a vest for me for winter. The only downside to the vest is that I have to borrow it back from the shop as Carolyn gave me the yarn to knit it for the shop sample!
Yes….it’s that time of year again. I find it hard to believe it has been a year since my last similar post. Little did I know then that I was on the verge of a relapse. Little did I know it would effect me and my family so much. I have recovered from the relapse with little evidence of it other than the stark reality that I really do have MS and it REALLY can disrupt our lives. I am so fortunate that I have made such a great recovery…..many are not as fortunate. I am so lucky that we have health insurance…many do not. I am so lucky that I have a husband who sands with me and even carries me when I need him to. I have my girls who love me and are so gentle with a sick mommy. I have parents, step-parents,sisters, grandparents, and more cousins than I can shake a stick at who support me. I have friends who have become family who support me. I am soooo lucky…but many are not.
For those who aren’t as lucky…I am going to walk in the MS Walk at Edwin Warner Park.
I have another reason for walking…..my two girls. I never want them to have to hear “you have MS.” I never want your kids to hear it. I would be quite satisfied if no person ever had to hear those words again.
Support my walk…help me beat the MonSter down!!!
4th Annual MS Awareness Week
March 2 – 8, 2009
MS Awareness Week leads into the annual Public Policy Conference in Washington D.C. The goals of this week are to acknowledge people who are a part of the movement, to invite new people to the movement and to encourage everyone to take action. The Mid South Chapter has many programs and events planned for the week. Check out the Programs and Services page for more information on these events.