Thursday, December 4, 2014

Carnival of MS Bloggers #163

Welcome to the Carnival of MS Bloggers, a monthly compendium of thoughts and experiences shared by those living with multiple sclerosis.

by Bill Walker at MS and Beyond

When I think about myself as an individual in this lifetime experience, I always have to separate my reality, into two unique pieces which quite simply is a body and a soul. And strangely enough this is of great comfort to me when I start to think about my Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis. I understand that MS is a physical (body) ailment that has little to do with the soul part of my incarnation beyond being a lesson on learning compassion and love. I’m sure that sounds like something that should be significant to my spiritual growth overall, which it is, but I take great comfort in knowing that on the day I cease to exist in the physical plane is also the day that MS ceases to be a part of my continued existence, simply stated if I learn my lessons well enough, I can move beyond Multiple Sclerosis and never have deal with it again as far as I’m concerned.

Have you ever heard someone with MS or Parkinson’s or Cancer or any devastating disease say that it was the best thing that ever happened to them before? I can assure you that you didn’t hear it from me but I have come to understand what it is they are referring to when they make such a statement. After you can move yourself beyond the, why me phase, you start to see the world in a completely different manner. It’s like coming out of a deep all encompassing fog where you can see the world with eyes that no longer tune out a deeper compassion for the human experience, in short, you learn to love on a much more profound level then you ever thought you could. It makes almost everything that most people worry about in life seem incredibly insignificant from that point on. And if it took my getting Multiple Sclerosis to learn that, then I have to consider the possibility, that though I’m not really happy that’s what it took, perhaps it was worth the experience to achieve that overwhelming spiritual growth that is occurring within me.

And then it all starts to hit you just how petty most of what our race seems to think is important in this world. It’s not about amassing great wealth, or having the biggest house, or the power to influence other peoples lives just because you can. It’s ultimately about compassion, truth, and the willingness to help everyone else around you to find peace in their own existence.

And most of all, it’s about finding your own personal faith in who and what you are, and sharing that with everyone else!

I’m dedicating this blog entry to a person that I didn’t know all that well, but I wish I had. When I met her she was in the advance stages of Progressive MS and little did I know at the time that this would be almost prophetic since it was twenty years before my own MS diagnosis. She was one of the kindest and gentlest spirits that I have ever met never once complaining about the hardships of her own life which were extensive by any normal standards that most of us experience. However, she left behind her spiritual compassion that will be shared and passed on by each of her four sons, John, Steve, Bill, and Dave. She brought the light of God into this world and it is only right that this light be shared by all!


Camille Marie Kelly
Born: 11/27/1932
Passed: 1/10/1995


This concludes the 163rd edition of the Carnival.  The next Carnival of MS Bloggers will be hosted here on January 1, 2015. Please remember to submit a post (via email) from your blog of which you are particularly proud, or which you simply want to share, by noon on Tuesday, December 30, 2014.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Carnival of MS Bloggers #162

Welcome to the Carnival of MS Bloggers, a monthly compendium of thoughts and experiences shared by those living with multiple sclerosis.


by Meagan at Multiple Sclerosis, Motherhood, and other Traumatic Experiences

Do you ever have days when you feel like it has all become too overwhelming?

My grandparents, both in uniform during WWII
My grandparents were a living example of heroism and true love despite devastating life circumstances. Have you seen those movies with an unbelievable love story, overcoming all odds?

This is a true story.

When I feel weak, I think of them. When I feel overwhelmed with my lot in life, I think of them. When I want to give up, cursing the universe for the bad hand I was dealt, I think of them.

My grandmother with Bob Hope at the USO, 1940s, Hollywood, CA
Their story began on a Southern California beach in the 1940s, just after World War II began. It was love at first sight, according to my grandparents. My grandfather describes my grandmother as "the most beautiful girl he had ever seen." From that moment on, they hung onto each other through it all, never giving up on this commitment. They both joined the military during the war, my grandmother serving as a WAC, my grandfather in the Army.

Soon after, they married and started a large family, with 3 girls and 4 boys. My mother was the oldest girl, and took on a great deal of responsibility for her younger siblings.

This beautiful love story began to take a turn.

My grandparents on their wedding day, 1945
That beautiful image, that perfect wedding day....the meeting on the beach, the love that brought these two together. This is the foundation of a relationship that would truly stand the test of time, and the test of multiple sclerosis.

Sometimes, difficulties bring out the best in people. Sometimes it takes struggle to find out who we really are, and what we are truly capable of. My grandparents were about to experience that struggle first hand.

My grandmother began to experience new neurological symptoms, new emotional instability, and eventually full blown seizures. The health history of my grandmother is somewhat unclear, because this was occurring in the 1950s, before MRI, before a solid understanding of multiple sclerosis. After years of symptoms and hospitalizations, my grandmother was eventually diagnosed with MS. At this time, the disease was poorly understood, and no treatments whatsoever were available.

My grandmother, mother, and aunt/uncles: 1960s
Looking back, I believe that my grandmother may have had a very progressive form of MS, and combined with almost daily seizures, this led to a rapid decline. A wheelchair made it's appearance when my grandmother was in her 40s, and eventually she needed nursing care and was bedridden. When faced with the option to move my grandmother to a nursing home, my grandfather refused.

Here is the beautiful part of the story.

My grandmother with her caregiver
My grandfather decorated a beautiful, sunny bedroom for his wife. He hired a caregiver who was a wonderful part of the family, present every day to care for the seven children and my grandmother while he worked. He must have been physically and mentally exhausted. He worked full time, served as husband, father of seven, caregiver, and breadwinner.

The family continued to grow, with myself and many other grandchildren making an appearance. Family Christmases, weddings, and other celebrations always included my grandmother. The love between my grandparents could be felt strongly if you were near them, and for many years, the love grew and the care continued. Eventually, however, my grandmother lost her battle with MS.

My grandfather lived on for another 15 years, gardening, visiting with many grandchildren, and enjoying holidays with the family. He would always say that he was going to see his wife again someday. He was waiting for that day.

My grandparents...1980s
The strength of the human spirit is incredible, isn't it? The ability of a human being to sustain the daily grind, work, children, marriage, illness, and even death. The depth of our strength cannot truly be known until we face challenges like MS. We must undergo many changes in life, adapt, overcome, and go on. 

On their grave is the quote "Suffering Disappears, Love Remains."

When you think about it, isn't that the truth? Our suffering isn't permanent. It isn't forever. But do you know what is? Love.

My grandmother with Louis Armstrong, 1950s
With my own diagnosis, I have seen my grandparent's story as a source of inspiration. I have a large family of my own, with six children depending on my husband and myself. I look at my grandparent's story and realize that anything is possible. There is no "I can't." I can and I will. 

When you feel that life has handed you a lousy deal, keep in mind: You are strong and capable. Your strength comes from a place deep within, and you won't believe how strong you can be when you have to. Lean on those around you when you need to.

MS certainly presents a great challenge to each of us, but I am so grateful for the many new treatments available, and the ongoing research. We live in a time of hope and promise, as far as MS goes. We are fortunate.

Despite everything we endure in life, it is still "A Wonderful World," isn't it?

by Lisa Emrich at Brass and Ivory




This concludes the 162nd edition of the Carnival.  The next Carnival of MS Bloggers will be hosted here on December 4, 2014. Please remember to submit a post (via email) from your blog of which you are particularly proud, or which you simply want to share, by noon on Tuesday, December 2, 2014.

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