“Don’t spend a lot of time imagining the worst-case scenario. It rarely goes down as you imagine it will, and if by some fluke it does, you will have lived it twice.”
- Michael J. Fox
It’s a punch in the gut to hear “your disease is progressing...”
It bothers me.
I want to do more. Be part of more. See more. And I think, for any father, the “more” is what truly matters. It’s being there for them and, as a result, your children knowing that you are there for them… always...
Growing up, I sometimes got a little bummed that I was born five days before Christmas.
It felt like my birthday, compared to my brothers, was rushed and forgotten. I was never in school around my friends because it was already winter break. Often, we’d be on the road driving to see family on my big day. Then there’s the inevitable “combo” birthday presents wrapped in Santa Claus paper while “Jingle Bells” plays in the background. Having “Happy Birthday” sung to me kind of felt like an afterthought...
Have you ever had a moment where you realize, “it’s time?” Time to make a change and let go of the past?
When I was 10 years old, I had my first job delivering newspapers...
I can’t stand.
That’s the entire sentence—not an abridged version or a double entendre. I really have a difficult time standing in place...
Living with MS sometimes feels like I’m stranded alone on a remote island.
But it’s not an escape to “paradise,” as there are no swaying palm trees, crystal blue waters or cool white sandy beaches...
About five years ago, I was tucking my son in for bed one night. I turned off the lights, turned on the ceiling fan (it’s a Texas thing) and kneeled near his bed so we could say our prayers.
After we finished, I gave him a hug, told him I loved him and as I stood to walk out, he asked, “Daddy, what are you going to dream about?”...
As fall begins, I can’t help but feel somewhat victorious. I survived – or to be more specific, my MS survived another grueling summer.
When I was younger and living on the East Coast, I had bittersweet relationships with the other three seasons...
Living with multiple sclerosis, I often feel like I’m wearing a mask.
A disguise of sorts for protection. But sometimes, it’s hard to tell whom I’m protecting more–myself or others around me...
A few Sundays ago, I woke up with a tingling sensation in my left fingertips.
It was irritating, but unfortunately when you have MS, waking up with a new or odd sensation is a common occurrence. Life goes on…