My Life In Color
I love colors. I prefer colorful shades because to me, they are full of life, spirited. It’s the vibrant colors that I want to create my very own rainbow of life.
Finding the right cane
“When it rains look for rainbows,
when it's dark look for stars.”
My Neurologist told me, on the very same day that I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, that he was giving me a script for a cane because I needed it for my safety. My balance and gait was that bad at that juncture. Immediately, I was consumed with the ‘wow’ factor. Me? With a cane? At 37 years old? But, per the doctor's orders, my mother and I headed to the DME store to purchase a cane. There they were. All in a bin. And amidst the standard gray ones, there peeked a few metallic pink ones. Pink, which amongst all colors, is actually my favorite! I told my mother that if I had to walk with a cane, it may as well be my favorite color! And incidentally, I had to eventually get a walker and it's the same color!
Our very first MS Walk
“Be a rainbow in someone else's cloud.” - Maya Angelou
Living in an apartment on the second floor, my a cane, heavy, stiff legs, and fatigue were major contributors to my desire to stay in my apartment. I would only go out if and when it was absolutely necessary. Many times, after a week of work, staying in all weekend was pretty much the norm - much to my children's chagrin. I recall feeling as if I was hostage to those two flights of steps. When it became unbearable and absolutely necessary for me to make changes to my living arrangement, I had questions and was referred to my state’s chapter of the MS Society for assistance. They were a huge help to my family and I was so very proud to create a team, Dianne’s Posse, sport our orange MS Society tee shirts and participate in our very first MS Walk!
A colorful life after an MS diagnosis
“After rain there's a rainbow
After a storm there's calm
After the night there's a morning and
After an ending there's a new beginning.”
What could have been a tragedy, what had/has the power to break me all the way down, kill my spirit and leave me devastated and forlorn, hasn't. I am walking with my pink walker, or rolling in my red wheelchair. I may not be able to drive like the days of old, but with my hand controls, I can get around town when I'm not too tired. I may not be able to to work outside of the home, but I found a passion in other areas, such as writing, that I may not have found otherwise. My point is, I found life post Multiple Sclerosis!
“The greater your storm,
the brighter your rainbow”
My life in color: sunshine yellow, vivid green, sparkly silver and gold, bright blue, pretty purple, even majestic black, brilliant white... My personal rainbow crucial to keeping my spirit scintillating, ebullient regardless of my circumstances!
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