I founded the Carnival of MS Bloggers in 2007 to connect the growing MS Blogging Community. My vision was to become the central hub where bloggers could find each other and to feature a collection of independent patient voices.

As larger MS organizations have also begun to feature patient voices on their own websites in recent years, the Carnival of MS Bloggers is no longer the single driving force in serving this wonderful community. For that we should all be grateful.

Thank you for continuing to support me in this one-person labor of love over the years. As of now, I will be taking a break from hosting the Carnival of MS Bloggers.

Please feel free to continue to email me to alert me to new MS blogs to add to the comprehensive MS Blogging Community index.

Sincerely,
Lisa Emrich

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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Thursday, November 6, 2014

Carnival of MS Bloggers #161

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

Creating a World of My Own
by Melissa L. Cook of MSsymptoms.me

Papers stacked high, email flags a mile long, a budget to reconstruct on my desk, a teacher in for an evaluation, and it was already 2:30 pm - I would be home late again tonight. Double-timing as I navigated the halls of the school touching base with each of the teachers to see if they needed anything - support, supplies, a travel request. On to instruct an after school teacher inservice and then I would hightail it to a conference call on a new state report. I loved my job. My career as a school district administrator was, simply put, awesome. Little did I know my driven world would abruptly skid to a crawl, robbing me of my oomph and leaving me alone with no more tasks to complete than to peel myself out of bed, slip on clothes and cook dinner - tasks proving difficult at best on some days. Multiple sclerosis had taken an ugly turn for me for a period in my life.

Initially I was too ill to be aware of my devastating launch into isolation. Loneliness was a few months off. Fearing the worst was about to befall me, I planned my final arrangements and put my affairs in order. Then I waited. Nothing. Waited some more. The shock of being alone hit me like a ton of bricks. Overload at the office made it difficult to sustain meaningful relationships in the after-hours clearly evident at this point in my life. I was alone now during the day; my life would never be the same.

A few years later, I would write a blog post called, “Disability is Not a Bundle of Sick Days” with the conclusion, “It is as if I have spent the past 31 months out on sick days. Disability isn’t a sick day, it is life. It is about time I realized it and start living again.” I hid in my home for two and a half years. I was sick. I worried the people of my small town would question why I wasn’t working if I could mosey into the post office or store. Then one day I ventured out with a camera in hand to photograph the fall colors and was welcomed with open arms by my neighbors and friends whom had wondered what happened to me.

Johannes Vermeer, A Lady Writing
Creating a world of my own came from the freedom gained in throwing out the “sick day” mentality. Multiple sclerosis is a day-by-day illness meaning there are times I feel normal and can do things I used to. The first order of business was making new friends. Second, purpose was reintroduced into my life when I began blogging about my MS story and the latest research on www.MSsymptoms.me. Third, my desire to help others led me to become a first responder. People with disabilities can be assets to the EMS. Then, I became a board member for the local domestic violence and rape crisis center, putting my administrative training and education to use. Now I am polishing up a children’s story I have had on my mind for years and have a collection of short stories on living in Alaska’s bush country to revise.

Multiple sclerosis still hangs around my doorstep making an appearance periodically. However, I balance my new world in a way I never could with the demands of being employed. Resting as I need and remembering “all things in moderation” allows me to live an awe-inspiring life without the career I once loved.

The old saying, “When one door closes, another one opens” has been so true for me. My career goal of becoming a superintendent of schools with a Ph.D. was not realized. However, my dream of writing is taking shape. In addition, I find time to play with my grandchildren, quilt, bead, take photographs, and I want to learn how to paint with watercolors. Creating my own world becomes more exciting by the month. Yes, I still spend most of my days alone but I am not lonely; I am happy again. And, at the end of the day my best friend comes home to spend the evenings and weekends with me. I love you, Elgin! Thank-you for keeping me going.


This concludes the 161st 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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