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The Extraordinary Life

In MS, Multiple Sclerosis on April 13, 2010 at 2:54 pm

Did you ever feel as though your life were meant to be extraordinary?

That something special was going to happen in your future? A belief that nags at you, somewhere beneath the skin, someplace you can’t scratch?

As a child, you blew dandelions seeds across the lawn, watching one puff rise higher than the others, hoping it was the seed that would carry your wish to whomever made these things come true, never knowing it sprouted, days later, as another dandelion in the backyard.

Maybe you dreamed of becoming a doctor. Or a lawyer. Or maybe those were never your dreams at all, forced upon you by parents trapped in assembly line jobs.

A movie star, perhaps? Was that what you wanted? Singer? Musician? Winning awards? Topping the charts?

Did you want to be a CEO? Invent something the world could not live without?

Perhaps, over time, your wants became simpler, like a good cup of coffee every morning with your spouse, predictable, comfortable in your well-worn slippers. A house with a fireplace. Now that would be cozy. An outdoor pool. Plus someone to take care of it. A nice car, but not a minivan. Two or three children with scrubbed-clean faces and good grades.

Yes, you slathered Calamine lotion on your skin and spread Scott’s turf builder on the grass.

Maybe ordinary could be extraordinary to you.

Or maybe you’re like me. You thought you would do something extraordinary or be something extraordinary, but you never knew just what extraordinary was. It had no definition. It was floating out there, somewhere, waiting to be caught.

But now I know.

I have Multiple Sclerosis.

So this is how it’s going to be, huh, life? Now I have to be extraordinarily brave and strong to overcome a lifelong, incurable disease? Great. This wasn’t the extraordinary that I had been hoping for.

But if you’re gonna give me a lawn full of dandelions, life, then watch me clip ’em and stick ’em in water. They’ll keep growing back, I know, but hell, I’ve got a cupboard full of crystal vases that need filling.

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  1. This is beautifully written. The moment of realization that MS is the extraordinary accomplishment one has is nothing short of stunning. I have lived with this illness much longer than you and can tell you that clipping and sticking the dandelions in water will keep you sane because it means you hold on to nonMS-defined meaning in your life. You may want to check out the haiku poems I write daily for my blog where, while keeping it real, I also aim to embrace hope.

    Peace be with you on the MS journey,

    Judy

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