Long hiatus huhn? I was being held hostage by my lover. Well not just my lover, but my life with my lover. I think I just got tired of talking about him. It seemed he had just taken over my life in every way. If I wasn’t protecting myself from him, I was talking or writing about him. I’m sure you can all relate. So I took a little bit to just go about my business. Now I was still protecting myself from him, but I wasn’t waking up thinking about what activities he would allow me to do or not to do. You know how it goes. You open your eyes and the first thing you assess is what’s your pain like. Fatigue? New symptoms? Although I still did these things (Because what’s stalking lover if he doesn’t make you think about him constantly) I spent very little time talking about him. Then today I sat in a hospital room with a friend as she received her treatment for Sickle Cell. I realized us sharing our stories with each other gave us strength. The strength to fight another day. I remembered that this is the very reason I started this blog. I wanted to reach out to someone who may be in the battle of their lives and need to know someone out there understood. Oh the time I took off has been full of stuff that I just must share with you. Like how I sat in 97 degree heat cheering for my baby as she made the Allstar team for the first time. How I lost a friend to cancer and it blind sided me so much that I still haven’t recovered. How a woman I went to elementary school with asked me to speak to inspire women and another friend I went to High School with gave me the gift of understanding as she spoke about her journey as a caregiver. Oh my lover has been busy. He didn’t just go away because I stopped talking about him. I did realize that talking about him is exactly what I needed to do. So, here I am. Back at it. I have been released from my “No talking about MS” hiatus. I’m BAAAAAACKKKKK!!!
YES!!!!! YES!!!!! YES!!!!!
Originally posted on James Michael Sama:
So, you’ve spotted this woman at your local Starbucks, or grocery store, or tagged in a friend’s Facebook photo. You’ve started up a conversation, and she has agreed to spend some time with you. Let’s keep it simple and say you go to dinner.
Fantastic! You pick her up, open the door, and are a perfect gentleman all night. Then, the bill comes.
The next thing out of your mouth is “So, should we split it?”
And then, her face:
In my opinion, the man should always pay for dates, at least in the beginning stages of a relationship. But, why? She makes her own money, maybe even more than you. Shouldn’t she split it? Or, maybe even pay for it?
No. And this is why:
Dating is about courtship. Traditionally, men have been the ones to do the pursuing when it came to dating. They had to prove to…
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I haven’t blogged in a while. Mainly because I got tired of talking about MS. You ever get just sick of hearing about it, talking about, being treated for it, just down right sick of it? So I took a sabbatical from MS. Well as much of a sabbatical as one can take. In taking that sabbatical I was watching TV and this beautiful picture popped up.
This is Devon and Leah Still. Leah is battling Neuroblastoma. My last blog post will give you the entire story. Here’s the linkhttp://themsmistress.com/2014/09/21/football-is-full-of-heart/ I saw this beautiful face and the light that is just bursting from her and said I want to do something to help her. I want to help her kick cancer’s arse!! I think I’m so drawn to her because she reminds me so much of my own Leah. Just full of life and they are fearless!!! I also realized I needed to help her and children everywhere who are battling this son of a biscuit disease. My first step. Pray. Pray for this little one. My second step. Recruit. Yep recruit. I am recruiting right now for #TeamLeah We will all be #LeahStrong and do everything we can to stomp out childhood cancers. If these little ones can fight with all they have why can’t we help them? My team so far consists of 7 and 8 year olds who have been busy stomping. Check out their stomping gear.
Third Step. Bone Marrow drive. Why a bone marrow drive? Because the last one I did yielded a match!! I haven’t done one since 2011. Some childhood cancers can be treated with a bone marrow transplant. That is great news, but for some it is slim to none that you find a match. That is unacceptable. I will once again partner up with the Be The Match foundation and together with #TeamLeah we will Stomp out cancer. Wanna join #TeamLeah? Email me at TheMSMistress@gmail.com a picture of your stomping gear and a message for Leah and/or Tweet Devon Still @Dev_Still71. Use hashtag #LeahStrong #TeamLeah Tell me how you plan to help stomp out childhood cancer!! If you decide to donate money please get with a reputable organization such as The American Cancer Society http://www.cancer.org/
I won’t tell you that my dreaded lover is not pursuing me as relentlessly as he ever has. Hey that’s what MS does. Right? But I will tell you that I am giving him less and less attention and well that feels great. Oh I am still on Tecfidera and I seem to be doing well no complaints.
THE MS MISTRESS IS #LEAHSTRONG #TEAMLEAH
The light that shines from this little one!!! I have had her in my prayers and am faithful that she will beat this!! Great job Bengals!!
Originally posted on The MMQB with Peter King:
The Leah Still story has come close to capturing the nation. At least the sporting nation, at a time when football desperately needs some small bit of good news. Leah, 4, is three-and-a-half months into her fight with pediatric cancer—neuroblastoma, to be specific. She has a Sept. 25 surgery scheduled to remove a tumor that has been shrunk from softball-size in June to something smaller through four rounds of chemotherapy. Doctors have told her father, Cincinnati defensive tackle Devon Still, that Leah has about a 50 percent chance of survival.
“I’ll remember that day, June second, the day she was diagnosed,” Still recalled the other day. “I was in Delaware for a dance recital that she was having that day.” They never made it to the recital. “She had a fever, and so we took her to the emergency room. They thought it was some kind of infection, and they…
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MS gives you so many reasons to shed a tear. These past couple of weeks it seemed to give me more than my share. But that girl I met in third grade challenged me to optimism. And I will not lose a challenge. Unless you challenge me to set myself on fire or be choked unconscious…yeah there are actually these kinds of challenges and folks more than happy to accept them. I actually watched one where two girls allowed two boys to basically choke them out or assist with them choking themselves out… hell I don’t know what I witnessed, but I watched and thought their parents have to feel
But back to my optimism challenge. (This is why my lover can’t keep me down long. I stray so easily). This week the pain, fatigue, brain fog, medications seemed to overwhelm me. Did I say pain? Maybe it was because our house was full of activity with back to school events and I really felt ill equipped to attack any of it. So as I slowly started to sink into my own private pity party I remembered my challenge. Every time a negative thought entered my mind I came up with a word to change the direction. The word was dolphin. Don’t ask me why dolphin. I have no idea *shrugs* But thinking dolphin did not stop the pain, medications, etc. I needed to physically do something for that. Then I saw this commercial
Yes!!! That is it!! I will what I want. Now that can be taken at least a couple of ways. For me. My will is what will drive me. So what did I do. I danced!! First I just did the chair/bed dance. You know where you are giving it all you got sitting in the bed or chair.
And I don’t know if it was the music or the movement, but my spirits were lifted. The circumstance was the same. I still had all the things I had before I started to flash dance it, but my will, my spirit was saying “Get it girl!!” And the next day I was listening to music and cutting a jig. Every now and again I had to say dolphin because thoughts like “You will pay for this later.” and “You’re gonna fall. Sit down!.” would surface DOLPHIN DOLPHIN. I am living my life in motion!! <<<(Stolen from the woman below)
Misty Copeland thanks for that commercial. It came right on time and for all of you out there…
I HOPE YOU DANCE
“Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance…” Can y’all promise me and Lee Ann that? Now
READY. SET. DANCE
Recently while checking my facebook notifications I came across a tag about optimism. Now this tag was from a friend I have had since third grade. My first thought was “She’s always been happy. Let me read this because I need a dose of her never ending happy. happy. joy. joy.” As I read how her spirit was being dampened by the woes of the world I understood. As she spoke of her choice to now go 90 days being optimistic and charging all tagged in it I thought “Wait. What? Oh no I am not the Pollyanna type. I can not be charged with this!!” I was ready to just dismiss her post, ignore it, whatever I had to do not to be running around singing
That is just not going to happen. I mean she has always been the person to see the glass as
While in my head the glasses go something like this.
Because depending on what’s in the glass…but I digress. So I read her post a second time because well she’s my friend and she is not one to be ignored!! These are the words that got me.
“… I watched an interview with the President of the World Bank, Jim Yong Kim about his goal to drastically reduce poverty by 2030. At the end, he said “it is a moral imperative to choose optimism because cynicism and pessimism kills any hope, progress, and innovation”. I was struck by his words–” a moral imperative to choose optimism.” I let those words chase me throughout my day.”
Ugggggh she makes me sick!! OK not really. She just got me to turn my frown upside down. Lawd did I just say that?
^^^I had to add a little grumpy cat.
This friend of mine gave me a little insight on her light. This morning she posted how her day started off not exactly as a not so morning person would like, but then she made a decision. She made a decision to change her view of getting up early to feed a crying baby. She just simply embraced it with a different attitude.
Oh see how I said that so optimistically. “She simply embraced it with a different attitude.” Yep I rolled my eyes, but hey optimism is work and for the next 90 days I will put in the work to see if this can become a habit. The hashtag my friend used pretty much summed it up.