Going under the knife

When Cooper alluded in his last post that neither Dan nor I have been writing for our blog, I felt the need to explain what I’ve been doing. It was three weeks ago Wednesday, July 30, that I had Gamma-Knife Radiosurgery. This was the aggressive measure I needed to take in hopes it could control my Trigeminal Neuralgia (TN) and potentially open the doors for an equally aggressive treatment of my secondary-progressive Multiple Sclerosis. For nearly four years I’ve battled TN, a wicked condition related to my MS. While only a small percentage of people with MS have...

It’s Monday, and I’m Back

Good morning to you all! I sincerely apologize for my absence last week. After all of those explosions on the Fourth of July, and a week full of rainstorms, complete with near constant thunder and lightning, I was not up to write my Monday Morning inspiration. And because there is no laptop or wifi access underneath the bed, my keyboard remained still and silent. I hope you can understand and forgive my lateness. Weather permitting, it will not happen again. Other than this aforementioned lapse, I am a pretty amazing cat. I won’t bore you with the details of my...

Monday Morning

With this recent rainy weather, I’ve been spending quite a lot of time under the protection of Mumma and Dan’s bed. Yes, there is a roof on our house, but I feel safest hidden there. Despite this burden, I managed to gather a full week of wonderful quotes: Ralph Waldo Emerson, a favorite of mine, provided Monday’s gem. Credit Henry Stanley Haskins for the next two. Thursday’s brilliance belongs to Alan Kay. And quotes from author George Eliot finish out the week. Enjoy! Monday: What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what...

More Monday Morning Moments

Good morning to you, my dear readers! By now, you probably know that Mumma and Dan live with me, as well as their Multiple Sclerosis. They both take medicine and see neurologists to treat the disease. And while I may hack up a hair ball or two and walk on their heads when they are trying to sleep, I’m NEVER as annoying or bad as that awful M.S! Mumma saw her doctor in Ann Arbor last Friday. After several weeks of researching, praying and talking about it, she has decided to start using a medicine called Retuximab.  This whole time, Dan has been working, playing...

Monday Morning Moments

This is the big time. My very first post. Me, an author? Yes indeed! As such, I’m sharing a few fantastic quotes from some, well, ah … slightly more well known authors. I hope my chosen quotes make you smile, think, or inspire you. Most of all, I hope these make it a little easier to get your Monday morning moving:    Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is for you. Ralph Waldo Emerson I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is...

A New Voice

I see things. I have a great perspective and point of view. I’m smarter than people think. And I have feelings too! I get attached to people, especially caregivers, and it seems like as soon as I warm up to them, poof—gone. Just look at that list of successful caregivers over the last eight years. Those are only the ones who successfully perform  the tasks and made the cut. How am I supposed to deal with that kind of turnover? All of them in a little more than eight years? Ridiculous! About those feelings of mine … who comforts me? It is not like Mumma ever...

Accessible road trip tips

I recently was watching our friends’ 7-year-old daughter, Abby, and while we were drawing at Dan and my dining room table, our conversation went something like this: “So are you excited about Easter?” I asked. Distracted by the work of art she was creating, Abby muttered, “Uh-huh.” Trying to continue our lively discussion I inquired, “What are you doing this year?” She stopped her pencil and thought for a second. “I think pretty much the usual stuff.” When Abby resumed her refrigerator-worthy creation, she asked, “What about you, Jennifer?” “Dan and...

Mr. and Mrs. Digmann go to Washington

Either our Multiple Sclerosis finally is starting to get to us or we really are getting old. Dan and I are leaning toward the latter (OUCH!). What else would explain how we have been back from Washington, D.C., for over three weeks and have not written about this incredible experience? The Michigan Chapter of the National MS Society asked us to serve as the state’s delegates to the NMSS Public Policy Conference in Arlington, Va., and Washington, D.C., March 10-12. What an amazing time we had connecting with other MS activists from across the nation and making our voices...