My Second Act: Turning 50 with SPMS

My Second Act: Turning 50 with SPMS

Jennifer Silver LiningsIf a cat has nine lives then I have at least twice as many. One day shy of my 50th birthday, my mind runs a vivid montage of years past. I close my eyes and I am there. I feel a heavy melancholy as the movie rolls. I see my family. I see my parents. I feel my home. I feel safe.

I see kindergarten, brownies, and Girl Scouts. I am at our annual campsite in Yosemite. I smell the bonfire and see the smiles of friends who have passed away. I see hikes to the beach over steep terrain. I see my dad carry me and I feel protected. I see myself sail, ski, sing, cheerlead, tap, swim, and play soccer and piano. I am confident. I see pool parties, birthday celebrations, and my mom’s special cakes.

I see myself travel through countless countries and experience incredible cultures. I see plays, concerts, symphonies, and operas. I am enthralled. I crave cultural literacy. I attend the University of California, Irvine, and am a college graduate. My family is there. I feel love.

I am a teacher and love children. I cannot have children due to severe endometriosis and a radical hysterectomy at 24. I mourn. I grieve. I drink to ease my heart’s ache. I cry. I grieve. I lose my way and decide I want more. I admit I am powerless and give up alcohol. I find a personal faith and embrace newness. I find strength. I write a book about endometriosis and reach thousands. I am a chat host for WebMD. I help others and in turn help myself. I begin to heal.

I meet and marry my husband. I move to Southern California. I feel love. I grow. We grow. I learn to be a woman and leave the girl behind. I love and feel love. I own love. I nourish my friendships and am grateful.

We live and we laugh. We love. We travel and experience beauty. We grow through trials and tears. We hold on. We learn.

I have multiple sclerosis. I fear my future. He has my hand. I can do this. I do daily shots, then monthly infusions. Three years pass. I progress to secondary progressive multiple sclerosis. I begin Rituxan (rituximab). It makes me sick. I have new lesions. My body and mind change. I grow weary. I fight. I hope. I pray. I am grateful and I am blessed. I feel love.

I write. I have my own column and I thrive. I am proud and I am grateful. I take life one day at a time.

I am 49, one day before 50. I am emotional as I approach this milestone. I think back to my childhood and it seems like another lifetime. My heart is heavy and I long for my family. Their love is a cherished magic elixir, the link to my first 50 years on this planet.

I look at my husband. He is my constant. He is my heart. I reach for his hand as I embark on my second 50. I look to my golden retriever, my most loyal companion. I look at my nephew, a boy who carries my heart. I look at my daughters and grandchildren and derive joy in their triumphs. I look at my incredible friends. They inspire me to love all of myself. I look at my sister, my other me. I am protected. I look to my parents and thank God they can witness my second act.

The second act is where it all comes together. The puzzle of life begins to fit into place. Multiple sclerosis will shake things up. I will fall and fail and want to give up. I will then take a step back. I will remember who I am and I will keep going. I will honor my first 50 by living my best second.

Intermission is over. The lights have dimmed. Let the curtain rise.

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Jennifer Powell is a health writer and weekly columnist on Multiple Sclerosis. Jennifer imparts her hopeful optimism into real-life challenges facing the MS community. Prior to writing her column, Jennifer freelanced for several online periodicals including WebMD. When not writing, Jennifer enjoys volunteering with animal rescue, traveling and spending time with her Golden Retriever.
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Jennifer Powell is a health writer and weekly columnist on Multiple Sclerosis. Jennifer imparts her hopeful optimism into real-life challenges facing the MS community. Prior to writing her column, Jennifer freelanced for several online periodicals including WebMD. When not writing, Jennifer enjoys volunteering with animal rescue, traveling and spending time with her Golden Retriever.
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8 comments

  1. Omg! I’m in tears. From experience, I’m 57, don’t fear 50, but cherish every moment now, because until there’s a cure, we look back on these days with fondness.

  2. suzie m hieter says:

    I’m in my fourth month twds my 75th year … the last 18 months have been a challenge, but I’ve kept my joy! I think that that’s ’cause I can look back on those days w/fondness! Thanks for reminding me.

  3. Deborah says:

    OMG I was diagnosed when I was 39 and I’m 60 now. Sill waiting for a cure!I have RRSP.Starting Copaxone soon. I have done 2 interferons and 2 orals still waiting for a cure. Try not to stress to much. I can’t anymore.

  4. Winnie says:

    Dear Jennifer, I just turned 50 in February, my husband is the love of my life, he will do everything he can to fight MS with me, and I will too for him. Let’s pray there will be a cure in our lifetime, as I promised my husband we will ‘catch up’ with everything that we miss for now.

  5. Rebecca Taus says:

    Jennifer,

    There is something coming and I hope to see it in my lifetime. Research is quite tedious.

    I’m almost 65 and I still think positive thoughts. As my dear departed dad would say, “It sure beats the alternative!” I’m still strolling along although sometimes a bit wobbly but that’s ok.
    Happy birthday!!!
    Rebecca

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