Wednesday, December 28, 2011

MS and Blog Fail

I'm embarrassed to point out that this is the first time I've posted in far too long. When I started this blog, I had told myself that I would be faithful about posting. And, honestly, I've got so much to talk about--my first race, our team name, our costumes. But something happened a while back that led to my backing off for a little while. It happened when I was at a party and made an apparently failed joke about my "brain spots."

"We know," someone said in a tone that clearly conveyed the message that they didn't want to hear another word about my MS.

It stopped me cold. I wasn't trying to make a big deal. It was an off the cuff joke because I didn't remember something. To say I wanted to crawl under the table and die is an understatement.

When I came home I grilled Mark. "Do I talk too much about MS?" "If I do, why don't you tell me?" "Maybe the blog was a stupid idea and I should stop." Once again he just stood there and listened. He's really good at that. He always knows just when to talk and when to listen. Finally, he told me what he's told me so many times before--"Don't worry about everyone else. Do what's right for you."

You see, I'm by nature a hard core introvert--terrified of meeting new people, hate talking on the phone. In fact, when I was in high school I used to tell my parents I was going out with people and then go shopping by myself. I don't like asking for help and most of the time I would prefer to blend right into the wallpaper.

So having someone think that I was trying to exploit my health for popularity or attention mortified me. I would be perfectly happy internalizing every little thing about this disease. For a long time I did. A lot of times I still do. But I'm not supposed to. That's what the doctors say. That's what all the "experts" and articles tell me to do.

So I'm sorry if me talking about MS bothers people, but I can't help it. And here's why. It never leaves my mind...ever. It's a part of my everyday life, just like my kids, family, job. So, just like with those things, I'm going to talk about it. I'm not doing it for attention. I'm not doing it for fun. I'm doing it because, unfortunately, it's a part of who I am. Sorry if that bothers some people. But I have decided that I'm going to take Mark's advice. I like writing this blog. I like the idea that something I post may help even one person going through the same thing as me.

So, if you're interested in my running antics and MS rants, stick around. I've got some things I've been wanting to talk about.

8 comments:

  1. I enjoy the incites that your life (and having MS) have to offer. They are relavant little pieces of life that work for most anyone. Thanks for sharing and for continuing to share.

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  2. It's about time you listen to me :)

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  3. A blog is the perfect place for discussing your life. If people don't like it, they can just not visit.

    This is inspiring me to move ever closer to my parking rants blog.

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  4. First time I've read your blog! You go girl! (I have hit-and-run MS, diagnosed in 1997.) Do what's good and right for you. I like the way you write so I am going to subscribe! Bless you and happy New Year (thanks Susan for sharing the link)

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  5. I can't remember the source (I have a terrible feeling I should!): Those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. We all have our crosses, some a little/lot heavier, some a little/lot lighter. You happen to blog about yours in a very insightful way. Anyone who chooses to read can always find a bit of wisdom, comfort, or with your triumphs (big or small) joy to help their journey through everyday life. Just continue to do what you do. . .try not to worry about anybody else.

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  6. SHB, you are a hero to your colleagues and friends. Keep writing, 'cause no one else can say it like you!

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