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A Daughter's View

Updated on December 3, 2013

A Daughter's View

M.S first touched my life in early Spring 1995. At the time my life I was at the brink of new possibilities. I was about to graduate from college. I had a new job lined up as a first grade teacher in September. I was also engaged to be married. Things were “golden” as they say.

One evening, my brother and I were told that my Dad had found out some information that he needed to share. He had been having issues with numbness and balance. We all thought that it was due to his history as a runner. My parents sat us down and we knew something big was up. We have always been a family that talks (ALL THE TIME) but this was different. My Dad was scared. I had never seen him that way.

My Dad had been my go-to guy. My mom is and has been my support. But Dad is the fixer. He is the guy that I had always gone to with a problem, idea or otherwise. My car is making a noise-DAD. I had a problem with a paper in school-DAD. A tough math problem-DAD Even in the teenage years when my mom and I could hardly speak without arguing….Dad was there smooth things over.

Hearing that my Dad had M.S. and seeing him scared for the first time….well, it was like the reverse of the “Wizard of Oz” moment. The color in my life turned to gray. I had always battled depression and other anxiety issues and I felt the dark monsters lurking in the corner ready to strike. Plus, as I felt them returning, I no longer knew that I had the emotional support of my mom (she had her own worries) and I had no idea at the time how much of my Dad would be left to me and for how long. At the time, I knew very little about MS and I had no idea how much or how soon it would destroy my Dad.

Luckily, our family has always been what my brother and I have described as “Benevolent Bootcamp.” None of us are ever allowed to wallow for very long. My parents and (especially my Dad) are always about “working the problem” Even my battles with depresion were met with the response “We are here for you, but what can we all do together to help you” My brother and I still know that self-pity is not tolerated for long in our home. That may sound harsh, but I believe that has gotten us through the MS diagnosis as well as we have since 1995.

We all “worked the problem.” Mom and Dad did this the most. If they didn’t like what one doctor said, they went to another. And another, and another…..! They never accepted defeat. My dad has gone from walking me down the aisle in 2000, to now being confined to a wheelchair. He has lost a lot. But each time he continues to do ALL that he can with what he has. We are all very good at kicking each other in the tail when we start to feel sorry for ourselves.

If I could have talked to myself that day in 1995, I would have told myself not to be so terrified. My Dad would go on to speak at MS conferences. He and my mother would become active in the MS community. I did become a teacher and have been living that dream for 18 years. I did get married (not to the first guy, but that is another story) and I have two great kids. And everyday that I see my Dad get on the floor and play with them is a gift that I will treasure for as long as I get to see it!


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      Jennifer 3 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you for visiting!

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      JayDeck 3 years ago from New Jersey

      A moving essay. Write more of them! The ending is a lesson we would all be blessed to learn.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you for stopping by and reading it! Blessings to you!

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      Randi Benlulu 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      Again, beautiful! Thank you for sharing this! So glad he is doing well. Up+

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      I hope so very much. Thank you for saying so!

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      Nithya Venkat 4 years ago from Dubai

      Theater girl thank you for sharing this. Great write, inspiring and motivating.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you! It is a terrible illness, and unfortunately effects young women more aggressively than older men. My dad is on a new med called tysabri (spelling? Sorry) and he has secondary progressive MS....perhaps that can help your daughter in law. He was first diagnosed with relapsing/remitting....anyway, bless you and your family!

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      Good essay. I am sorry for your father's diagnosis and MS can be a terrible disease. But it sounds like your family members are all practical, get down to business fighters. One of my daughters-in law has MS. She is still walking, but has many health issues and difficulties. She is only 39, but has been unable to work for several years now and in spite of many doctors and treatments she is getting worse. I guess that is why it is called a progressive disease. Thank you for writing this; I bet there are a lot of Hubbers who have a family member or friend with MS. Sharing.

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from New Jersey

      Thank you micheal! I appreciate your kind words and your compliment on the piece! ;)

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      cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      Wow, reflections are what makes our lives so rich and wonderful .. even the things that at the time seem so cruel to us. Such is life ..good and bad .. you make it good or you make it bad .Kudo's to your parents who showed you that you can overcome the things in life that others would be very distraught over.

      great hub..