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How Much Caffeine Are You Consuming?

Your alarm sounds at 7 a.m.Ā  You grunt, smash the snooze button, and turn over. Ten minutes later, your alarm sounds again.Ā  You smash snooze.Ā  And repeat another five times.Ā  Eventually, you reach for your phone with a…

What’s Haiku With You?

I donā€™t know about you, but most mornings my brain feels like itā€™s full of hyperactive gerbils. This could be my multiple sclerosis, or it could be pandemic brain fog. Either way, I understand that song by The Police in a brand new (and very real) way these…

I Give the L300 Go a Mixed Review

I’ve been walking with the Bioness L300 Go for about eight months, so it’s time to update everyone on how things are going. The L300 Go is a functional electrical stimulator (FES) that helps counter my foot drop. MS has damaged the nerve that carries the message telling my…

Sailing Beyond Fear With SPMS

I grew up sailing the San Francisco Bay. My summers were spent in sailing school. My fatherā€™s daughter, I loved being on the water. There was no place more peaceful or exhilarating. That serenity turned to turbulence one cold and foggy day. While speeding downwind, our boat broached. The…

A Simple Hack to Access Better Treatment by Doctors

ā€œWhat was the date of your last relapse?ā€ the neurologist asked while peering over her glasses at me.Ā  I stared back blankly and then shrugged with a sheepish smile. I knew the year but couldnā€™t remember the exact date because it was seven years ago!…

Relapse, Relapse, Relapse, Profanity, Relapse

Maybe I should have called this one “Short and Sharp 2.” Yes, I’ve had another relapse, following my last one in May. I can no longer clean my own tail, and the present regime is literally to “s**t the bed!” I’m using a lot of exclamation points here,…

Could a Tongue Stimulator Help to Improve Your Walking?

The idea doesn’t seem very appealing to me, but a company is seeking approval from the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) for a product that might help people with MS walk better by mildly stimulating the tongue. The portable neuromodulation stimulator (PoNS) is a flat…

Being Freed by Who I Am

Every few days, I go out to our Little Free Library and change the messages on the two side walls, which are covered in chalkboard paint. One of my missives reads: ā€œMy ā€˜summer bodyā€™ plans didnā€™t work out, but Iā€™m killing my reading list. Take that, 2020!ā€ And itā€™s…

It Was a Lazy Sunday Afternoon ā€” Not!

It all started on the hottest day of the year here in the U.K. My phone said it was 99 F. An old friend was coming over, and my youngest son, Jack, had kindly cleared a route to the garden. So, when she arrived, I took the route. We all…

‘Crip Camp’: Disability Looking Me Right in the Eye

In early July, I wrote a column about Disability Pride Month. It’s not for me, I said. I questioned the word “pride” and asked whether we need a special month to advocate for a more inclusive world. Several people commented on that column ā€” some supported my thoughts, while…

The Mouth That Roared and Roared

Strap in: This is not going to be a fun one. Even less so for me ā€” though I’m writing this under the sort of drug load that Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. Thompson would have been proud of! Not for fun (or dependence!) but for survival. “Since TNĀ is…

Lemtrada and COVID-19: To Treat or Not to Treat?

Like others these days, I’m worried about COVID-19. In fact, I’m probably more worried than some. I’m old, I have MS, and I’ve been treated with the disease-modifying therapy Lemtrada (alemtuzumab) ā€” a trifecta of potential trouble. Lemtrada suppresses part of the immune system. It’s one of the…

A Dog’s Love in a World of MS

I am staring at my golden retriever, Abby, as she sleeps on the lawn, the afternoon sun dancing through her fur. Lying so still, she is encapsulated in a golden glow. I glance at her chest and am reassured by its rhythmic rise and fall. Abby is 10, and…

Managing Expectations on Your Wedding Day

Rose petal confetti ā€” made from the roses my dad had given me a few days before ā€” rained down as the people I cared about most in the world cheered.Ā  “Congratulations!” came from all around as family and friends pulled me in for a hug. My legs,…

The Joy of Joining the ‘Downton Abbey’ Set

For an espoused leftie, you might be surprised that I’ve always had the brush of the rugged individualist about me. Not quite Bear Grylls, but grabbing a rucksack and hitching across Canada still counts as my own youthful rite of passage. I was used to doing everything! As…

My Cocker Spaniel, Joey, Is My MS Pal

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night thinking strange thoughts about your MS and your dog? I did the other night. I’ve written about Joey, my cocker spaniel, a couple of times. For example, there was a column about the adventure of taking him for…

Putting Myself First

“Take the time you need,” “This too shall pass,” and “You canā€™t pour from an empty cup” are just a few idioms I have used to encourage others. Strong shoulders carry heavy loads. My shoulders bear the weight of myself and countless others. The DNA of an empath is…

‘You Look OK to Me’

“You look OK to me.” He stood, towering over me, his big belly billowing from his shirt as he straightened up and lifted his chin, glaring down at me over folded arms.Ā  I swallowed. Anxiety rushed through me. What am I going to do? I was desperate…

What Will We Do?

I recently started writer David Sedarisā€™ MasterClass, and one piece of advice he keeps reiterating is the importance of keeping a diary, a daily record of your doings and dealings in this world. Itā€™s a habit Iā€™ve fallen out of, so I bought a stack of Moleskine cahier journals…

It’s a Matter of Timing and Mic Technique

In the U.K., stand-up comedy is currently dead. Like Python’s parrot, it “wouldn’t move if you put 4,000 volts through it!” That’s not strictly true. Our government has just stumped up 1.57 billion pounds ($1.97 billion) to support the arts that were slammed shut by the crisis. Comedy is…

Can We Be Taught How to Avoid an MS Fall?

I’d just gotten out of bed the other morning and was headed to the bathroom using just one cane when I tried to step over a dog toy on the floor. I went down slowly onto the carpet, so it was really no big deal. No harm, no foul, but…