As I lay here in my hotel room, I think, I think about how I miss my home. It was a never ending work in progress as it was an older home. As much as I would get frustrated about the different things I wanted to do to the house, I loved it.
I admit I’m mourning my home. Is that even a thing? If it is I hadn’t heard of it.
I said to Lance I’m ready to go home, pitch a tent in the yard and go from there. He is not going along with the plan. His area of concern is me getting sicker due to the stress of it all.
During all of this I have had several instances with blurred vision, drop foot and weakness in both hands. I hadn’t really talked about it in this blog or FB. I hadn’t even really talked to my kids, poor Lance has had to hear it all, he’s patient and tells me we’ll get through. I have to admit, I’m even tired of hearing my fucking complaints, but he holds steady. I suppose he has to have stellar patients since he does deal with students on the regular.
I’m going to concentrate on putting good things in the air. Positive things happen to positive people and all that jazz.
After all what would it accomplish? I still have tremendous faith that there’s a reason for all of this and that we’ll be ok.
I know I’ve thought dealing with MS was humbling. Just an FYI having everything you ever had torn from you is even more humbling.
I’ve had so many people reach out offering aSsistance. I love them all for being there for my crazy little family. If anything this experience has renewed my faith in my fellow man. I’ve seen it first hand.
I used the pic above because it’s in my kitchen a couple of days prior to the storm hitting. Back when things were normal and life was good. I have faith it will be good again, we just have to keep going forward.