I’m Still Alive

There was some doubt recently as to when or whether this would be true for very long when I began having another series of minor strokes, but even though they continue I’m still beating them.  This time they took my speaking ability for a little while but ya just can’t keep me from talking for long when my mind is made up that I have something to say.  For that matter, I’m gonna talk even when I don’t have all that much to say just because no silly brain fart is going to tell me what to do!

Okay, now you might have noticed the prominent orange in the opening photos. You may have forgotten this, but October is MS Awareness Month and orange is our color, so once again I’m flying my logo, created for me by MichelleMarie, my friend and fellow blogger of http://tellmeaboutit.wordpress.com.  I am forever grateful for this gift from her.  The orange rose was a give from Paul Militaru, a wonderful photographer from Romania which incidentally is the home country of three of my grandchildren.

I had hoped to do some research and quote some statistics about MS on this beginning of the month, but the best laid plans in my case often go astray, or whatever the word for wrong is.  I know the word but not the spelling and my spell-check just gave up the ghost where that particular word is concerned.  Ya know ya just did a real job on something with your spell-check throws up its hands and gives up.

Okay, even though I don’t know the numbers, what I do know is that MS shares this Awareness month with Breast Cancer, and they get most of the publicity.  I also know that the number of people affected by MS worldwide is much larger than the number of people affected by Breast Cancer.  MS is considered an orphan disease, one seldom mentioned because there is no cure and not a heck of a lot of funding, although that is beginning to improve.  There are some new protocols out there that are helping a lot of the people affected by this disease.  I’ve had it since age 11, and now 64 years later it is getting worse each day.  Unfortunately I’m unable to take the disease modifying drugs because my system has a weird habit of causing side  effects that I would just as soon leave rather than take chances with, so I’ve lived a long time with it now and I can live with the fact that some day it just might kill me — in about 25 or 30 years from now.  Since I really don’t want to live more than another 20 years though, I can live with that!  My mom and grandmother were both 96 years of age when they passed on, and that sounds like a good round number to me.

Okay, I just put a new battery in my Dell laptop and it’s beginning to bounce all over the place, so someone is trying to tell me it’s time to shut this down for today.  I have some serious naval contemplation to do tonight, as well as more decluttering, (huge sigh), a never ending ordeal.  So y’all have a good night and remember to say “hello” to the disabled person holding up that line you are in.  They  aren’t enjoying it any more than you are.

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