An MS caregiver’s cry revisited: T...

As I sat out in the living room reading my book for graduate school, I heard Jennifer back in the bedroom crying in pain. The damn trigeminal neuralgia had woken her from her nap. It’s the sharp nerve pain for which she just wrote about in a guest post on MSlisaSAYS that appeared later in the afternoon. I went back to comfort my pain-stricken wife, known that my presence was the only thing I could provide for this situation. Like Jennifer, I too felt totally helpless. And so, all could do is kneel at her bedside, hold her hand, and curse the disease for being so...

Forget the glass. Look for the silver!

To some people the glass is half empty. To others it’s half full. Then there are others who have the drive to say, “This isn’t the drink that I ordered,” and send the proverbial glass back for a new one. Which person are you? I’ve always considered myself an optimist who finds the best in the worst. Glass half full, right? The other day I poured myself a bowl of cereal and when I went to the refrigerator, I quickly discovered the milk had expired the day before that other day. Rather than thinking this unfortunate turn of events damned the next 15 hours of...

My M.S. degree

As Jennifer is back in our Springsteen room developing the PowerPoint for her online class group assignment, I’m here at the dining room table finalizing a continuing education project of my own. She’s closing in on earning her Master of Arts – or M.A. – degree in Humanities. As for me, I’d like to think I’m in the middle of an essay for my M.S. – as in Multiple Sclerosis (rather than Master of Science) – program. The reality is, she and I both already have our M.S. degrees. She earned hers in 1997, I earned mine in 2000. I spend my workdays at Central...