I meant to post this yesterday. For those of you not adept at all the months and what they honor: March is MS Awareness month (among other things I'm sure). Up until 15 years ago I had no idea what this disease was, and even when I first learned of it, I didn't know what it would mean for mom or for our family. I thought life would continue normally just with a little extra effort, all those little innocuous life moments might just be skewed, but there are things I've realized will not happen. Perhaps it's too pessimistic not believing miracles will come, but we've already had so many in the midst of this, who am I to ask for the big one? The thing is when you have a disease that works inside out, for a long time there are no signs and all you hear are, "but she looks great", then as time rolls and the white blood cells ravage the myelin on the nerves, you get the more forceful, "she looks great! I bet she still has a whip of a tongue". Still it takes more, and you watch this invisible force slowly deplete your mom. She's still there, but I miss more of her still. My dad in his steadfastness manages through it day in and day out, showing patience and truth to what love looks like in action. I am so grateful. They believe in me, missing me, but wanting me to follow where God has led me. I don't talk about this a lot (in fact sometimes it's easier to write out my thoughts in a nice coherent social media post than to babble to someone who asks "how are you doing" or "how's your mom"). I wish I could tell you she was doing well, but then I guess doing well is relative. . #ms #msawarness #multiplesclerosis
