My 25th MS Anniversary
Are you curious as to why I am celebrating?
It’s because September marks my 25th MS anniversary!
Hol-ee crap. A quarter century. I haven’t been this happy since I stepped on a nail.
It was early September of 1996, when during a routine physical, my family doctor said “I think you have multiple sclerosis.”
Who would have guessed? We’ve been a couple so long MS is now my MRS!
So what do you get for someone celebrating their 25th MS anniversay?
Here are a few suggestions…..
A silver mobility device would be splendid!
A ninety-day supply of Baclofen tabs makes a practical gift!
A thoughtful card always touches the heart.
Personalize it inside with a message of hope…
“Twenty-five years of trippin & fallin
does explain why your noggin’s so swollen.“
or
“Twenty-five years with a parking placard.
Closer to the door–you feel less knackerd.”
Also nice is an extra-long, painful muscle spasm.
Or an all-expense paid vacation to Rehab Purgatory.
Hours of grueling PT with therapists wearing matching, logoed polo shirts.
How about a romantic MRI for two?
Contrast included!
Cherish the moment you were diagnosed with a lovely, framed brain scan.
Lastly, you could give MS a hand-crafted gift…
A present?
But what could it be?
Awww, it’s the finger!
Special indeed!
Do you acknowledge your MS anniversary?
(Besides giving it a disgusted “Hm.”)
Share your thoughts about your hallowed day with a comment.
Otherwise I’ll be here waiting for your gifts & well-wishes.
Till then, keep moving.
6 Replies to “My 25th MS Anniversary”
July 1st 1982
Tina,
Guess you get the senior discount. Congrats?
Appreciate your comment!
September 1980. Gift for us, cure IT‼️
Joanne,
Wow, another long-timer! Happy anniversary to you as well. Thanks for checking in!
I can never remember when I was first diagnosed. It was either 1993 or 1995 or maybe in between. Periodically I ask my doctor, only to forget again. I do remember the office visit. I too was told by the family doctor I had at the time, ” I think you have multiple sclerosis”. I started crying saying how I didn’t want to end up in a wheelchair. The doctor responded “you will walk to your grave”. We both know how that turned out. I do remember the exact date I woke up having a major exacerbation and was never able to walk again.
February 1, 2009. My right hand and arm stopped working in 2014.
For your anniversary, I’m giving you the same thing I got you last year.
Margaret,
Thank you for sharing your story AND for the grand gift. I’ll treasure it forever!
Keep fighting you ol’ barracuda!