A Humbling Decision

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After much hand wringing and angst and worry about the propriety, I have added a PayPal widget to my blog.

Of course, I do nothing without a considerable amount of…um…consideration.  I think of things from a myriad of different angles and scenarios, most of which would never occur in a million years.  Hey, it is important to know the population of wolverines in New Jersey (zero), because wolverines are very dangerous.

Anyway, by way of background, my wonderful children threw a surprise party for me for my 50th birthday in September 2004.  In a speech that day, my oldest son said he was proud of me because I had faced a great deal of adversity but had triumphed to lead a successful and happy life.  

 

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I lost an eye at the age of four in an accident outside our apartment building.  I had a difficult childhood and then grew up and entered a difficult marriage.  I was widowed at 39, left to raise four children aged 6 to 16.  I worked three jobs to support them.  Although I have been blessed with amazing friends, I received no help from my family whatsoever.  They hightailed it after the funeral, never to so much as offer us a cup of tea or ask how we were making out.  Enough adversity, right?  I certainly thought so.

God laughed.

That accolade from my son is one of the most cherished moments of my life.  The irony is within a year I would be in a hospital, paralyzed and diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, which had caused significant spinal cord damage.  I had developed TM because, they told me now, I had multiple sclerosis.  On my 50th birthday, while my son sang my praises for being independent and successful despite numerous challenges, I had no idea my prior ‘adversities’ would seem like minor bumps in the road compared to what I was facing.

Before, no matter what obstacle was in front of me, I figured out how to deal with it.   Now I had a disease that did not give me that option.  Or any other option.

I have been laid off now for over a year and a half.  I keep getting sicker all the time, weak, numb, less cognizant.  It takes me almost two full hours to organize my clothes, take a shower and get dressed.  I can no longer walk without some assistance device, a walker or, more and more often, a wheelchair.   It is occurring to me on a frequent basis that I am unlikely to ever re-enter the work force, despite the fact that I have a powerful work ethic and a strong desire to work again.  

My income has been slashed to one quarter of what it was.   But my bills were not reduced.  I cannot pay my mortgage.  It is literally touch and go getting the utilities paid every month.    There is no extra money for wheelchair lifts or a home health aide, which I desperately need.  Medicine and health care are astronomical.  After a fall in 2008, when I broke my shoulder, things got even worse.  Although I have excellent insurance, I  still have enormous tabs at the orthopedist, the physical therapist and the oncologist (where I get my monthly MS treatment).  I chip away at them every month but it is like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon.

So now I know (along with so many others): THIS is adversity.

And this is why, after thought and prayer and encouragement from kind friends, I have relented and added a PayPal button.

It may never even get a single donation.  And that would be ok.  But it also could make a difference in important ways.

So thank you in advance for understanding. I am not looking for a hand out, this has been a painful decision that took much prayer.  And that is what I can give back to all of you, everyone who reads this blog, everyone who has to deal with a chronic illness and its devastation, everyone who takes care of someone with a chronic illness. You are all, always, in my prayers.

 

Marie

www.nourishourselves.blogspot.com

www.msrenegade.com

www.theshorebookworm.blogspot.com

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