I got married on December 6, 1982. My husband and I decided to move our little family to Butte Montana. Where my husband was from. We have 4 children, 3 hits and a Miss. They were born in Salt Lake City but raised them in Montana, where the air is clean.
My sweetheart wanted to go and "jam" with a band so I told him to go ahead and go. I stayed at home with the children. To make a long story even longer, when he returned home I was on the couch and couldn't move. It was then that we went to the hospital. I was having spasms so bad that I was clinching my fists and my fingernails were digging into to palms of my hand. It took both the doctor and my husband to unclinch my fists. Then came the round of tests. I had an MRI, and a spinal tap.
The doctor came into the emergency room and told me that I had Mulpule Sclorosis. I cried for about 10 minutes. Maybe longer give or take a minute. When I heard a voice saying that if I didn't change my attitude I would end up in a hospital. Right then and there I changed my attitude. So I had MS, big deal. I missed being one of "Jerry's kids" by this much - instead of having MD I had MS. I started looking for the humor in things. And having PMA. which stands for positive mental attitude. Intead of thinking about what I used to do, I focus on what I can do.
Like my chores around the house. I can wash the dishes. (no one else wants to).
More of my story to follow.
Robotnik the Big Blue Engine
8 years ago
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Love your blog Mom! Can't wait to read more :)
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