Mega high doses (50 grams each) of Vitamin C IVs done 2x/week for 8 weeks showed a little improvement. It was enough to get me sitting up straighter and out the door a little more. That means a great deal.
I am working hard at getting stronger; something that wasn’t possible last December. It’s not easy and certainly not fun but it’s necessary to keep me from being bedridden. My diet is 99% FLAWLESS and CLEAN. If you don’t live with me, you have no idea the healthy goodness that goes in me. And I’m not talking about just making sure I eat 5 servings of vegetables per day. I’m talking extreme superfoods, green smoothies, fresh vegetable juice, and double doses of spirulina. The monotony has been accepted and I’m proud of the deep pigments, protein, and good fat that flow through my body. This has been the norm for me for almost 2 years.
So that’s the status update. I don’t know what’s next for me. I continue to struggle with hope but I know how to pray. I know God doesn’t choose the weak ones to struggle. Therefore, I’m honored to be disabled. This earthly struggle is here for a reason and I accept that. I may not be doing super human-selfless, world-changing things in my life yet but I’ll continue smiling while I sit in my beat up ghetto scooter (it’s getting old and cracked so I’ve stickered it up.) And let the message be heard loud and clear – I will praise Him in this storm.
I used to be envious of some people with MS that I’d meet whose symptoms were invisible. Those who have MS but can still walk and hold jobs. Why was I chosen to have a more progressive, curious form? Then I met Sherrie at a conference. MS has put her in a reclining wheelchair. She can’t move her head or even her lips to speak. Why was I chosen to still function and not her? I won’t understand with my earthly brain but I am GRATEFUL. It’s the same lesson I try to teach my kids. The starving children in another part of the world are JUST like them. There is no understandable reason why that kid was born into poverty and hunger and my kids were born into comfort. So for that, be GRATEFUL.
For all things, be GRATEFUL. I am so thankful for the love and comfort that surrounds me. I am thankful for hope. I’m thankful for good days and being able to move around as much as I can. So whether I get up and do karate or I stay sitting in the ghetto-scooter, I will kick ass and I will be grateful.
