Archive for July 2011
… I actually went to town and bought the dvd of Tangled for myself. I do love a good animated film. I think Mandy Moore is fantastic and the ending brings tears to my eyes every time. (I’ve watched it twice already).
Michael and I went to the cinema to watch this film in 3D (our first 3D flick) and it was awesome! and completely magical. Loved the lantern scene.
My sisters have kids so they had a good excuse to buy the dvd. And the kids wouldn’t let their versions out of their sight, so I had to buy my own copy, lol.
Michael and I obviously don’t need kids to keep us young. As I type this, he is playing ‘angry birds’ on his cellphone. How catchy is Angry Birds? Utterly ridiculous game, but so addictive 🙂 He has just downloaded the theme song as his ring-tone :-p And now I want it, too.
In MS terms, 2 years is a long time. Like, a really long time.
A lot can happen.
Which is why it brought me to my knees, once again, yesterday. But this time in gratitude.
2 years since I have had a relapse which required hospitalisation.
There was a time when I would have been happy with 2 months. And I’m not exaggerating.
I know that anything can happen in the future, so I’ll just take this moment to savour and be thankful for what I have today. Because man, I have it good and life is sweet!
I have a very clear memory of some time in 2005/6 when I was at my worst, MS-wise. It was during a particularly vicious relapse and I was bedridden, barely able to sit up unaided. Also, legally blind and not able to read. And wheel-chair bound.
I found myself wishing for a glimpse into the future. Because I simply could not believe that this was going to be my life.
I wished I could be visited by a vision of myself from the future, a couple of years away. Something like Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol ghost. But a nicer one. A happy, comforting one.
One that would give me a hug and say, “Don’t worry. I know how you feel right now, but everything is gonna be okay, trust me.”
Because I was scared.
In my head, I imagined myself in the future, able to do all the things I could not do at that point in time. Walk, see properly, drive a car. Could I push it as far as imagining myself running and jumping? Playing the piano again? Yes, I could. And I did.
It was not so much that I believed I would recover that much. It was more simply that I couldn’t believe in it not happening.
That was a turning point. I booked myself into the hospital to receive yet another massive dose of intravenous prednisone, against my doctor’s advice. Then I switched GP’s and went onto a new regime of a small(er) monthly dose of IV steroids, an idea I had gotten over the internet. My father started fetching me three times a week and taking me to the local gym with him, and slowly, the relapses started getting less and the strength in my legs started returning.
And then came the Fingolimod miracle in early 2007.
I have taken to saying that everyone deserves at least one miracle in their lives – and this has been mine.
I have a million things I could blog about today. Sadly, time has run out.
So I will just post something amusing that I read:
Katy Perry has a cat named Kitty Purr-y.
I love it when people are all cute and witty. Especially as pertaining to pet names :-p
I saw Katy’s husband, Russell Brand, on the Ellen Show. Very interesting guy. Very ‘out the box’.
I am interested in reading his autobiography. The first volume is titled: My Bookie Wook. And the second…wait for it.. Bookie Wook 2.
It’s now 11:48, so off to sleep for me. Hopefully, tomorrow I will be able to write a ‘real’ blog post. Think “Velveteen Rabbit”, 🙂
…between feeling incredibly sorry for this poor, poor man, and laughing so hard at him that I am filled to the brim with guiltily-derived endorphins. He was obviously scared at a very primeval level, and I doubt if he will ever be able to trust anyone fully ever again.
(The title of the youtube clip refers to a ‘foreign man’, but actually, he is obviously just a well brought-up boere-seun from right here in sunny South Africa 🙂 Such a fresh, open face and so well-mannered.