Hello, my name is Suzy Ford. I am a 46 year old married
woman that has MS (Multiple Sclerosis). I'm not dying and
I'm not crazy. I just have trouble walking and my memory
is aptly named C.R.S. (Can't Remember SHIT).
If you see me in a wheelchair, realize that I can stand
up but when i try to take a step, I kiss the floor so
I stay in my wheelchair or my power chair most if the
time because my family thinks my legs are to weak to use
my walker unless its a have-to case. In the house there
are things to grab hold of. My wheelchair helps me get
around. I tend to fall a lot. People see me out in public
that I have known all my life, and most of them don't
know anything about MS.
I tell people
I'm just glad it's not cancer. I can cope with MS, because
I know I will live to see my children all grown, and hopefully
married, and maybe my grandchildren too. A lot of people
expect me to be suicidal, they don't know that I have
a lot to live for
I have a wonderful, supportive husband, who bitches at
me when necessary, but cuddles me when I need it. I have
three wonderful kids, one who is married (Chris, he's
26), and gave me my granddaughters Katie and Summer and
my grandson Dennis. another is my daughter Danna, a beautiful
brunette who is as sweet and giving as a daughter could
be. She is 25 years old, and still lives at home, and
is a wonderful help with all the things I can't manage
anymore.
My
third child is my son Adam. He is my youngest child at
16 years old. I place my hope in Adam. He has the brains
to go far if he will apply himself. My family has always
been there for me when I really needed help. Lots of people
with MS have it a lot worse than I do. I still have my
sight, and a lot of people don't. I live in the town I
grew up in and its small enough that I still remember
how to get to places when I have enough energy to get
out of the house.
For all Weebles Don't fall down if they stay in the damn
chair, but I will use my own legs one day. In other words,
this is my Diary.
I hate this damn wheelchair, and one day I will get out
of it. I have been in this damn wheelchair for 4 years.
I fall down and I am so protected I'm drowning in it.
I know my family is afraid for me, but I get so damn mad,
at myself as much as them.
I used to be the caretaker in our family and I miss being
able to hold that position any more. But they have started
me on Copaxone this time and maybe thru will power I can
get back on my feet. I will be satisfied if I have to
use a walker to keep my balance. But I will be using my
own legs, not wheels.
I fell down yesterday because I tried to hold on to the
washing machine and let my dogs out, on my own at 4 am
because they were doing the pee pee dance but they got
in a hurry and knocked me off my feet causing me to bust
my butt on the floor and fall into the washing machine,
causing me to hit my head loud enough to wake the dead,
let alone, my son and daughter,
You will understand how they knocked me down when you
see my biggest baby.
