Multiple Sclerosis on a Fine Irish Morning
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Yesterday was one of those days you think of as mid-winter in the wilds of western Ireland.
The clouds hovered low and vacillated between heron and pewter in shade. The wind was light but couldn’t decide on a direction. Though rain threatened all day long, only soft mist fell until the setting sun pulled it in earnest from the then-dark sky. Well above freezing, the temperature combined with the damp strode the razor's edge between fresh and biting.
And everyone I encountered remarked what a glorious day it was.
After a couple of days of sequester due to those days we all know MS can bring, I was happy just to be out of the house. I thought my reflection on how lovely it was came from this rather than some newfound observation. But that wasn’t the case.
You see, here on the beaten brow on Europe’s forehead into the North Atlantic, a “fine” day is relative.
To a person (and I’m not exaggerating), every single person I came upon – even on the occasions when the soft mist was being scattered by the confused breezes – mentioned the glory of the day.
Perhaps it has something to do with expectations this time of year. One would be not be amiss were he to expect to wake to a frost, be lashed by arctic winds, pelted with hail of various (and seldom overstated) size, or soaked through when the clouds unzip. That none of these were what the day brought meant it was a “fine day."
When the winds aloft thinned the cloud cover from time to time, “a bright day," “lovely day," “a fresh day," and even a “marvelous day” were stamped upon it.
I felt the same about the day. Though I’m still below my normalized average, I was feeling better than the previous few days. Though my skies were not blue, my MS was not blocking out the sun and showering my every move. I had to figuratively bundle myself against cold falls and gusty falls but I was not in the midst of an MS storm.
For my neighbors who know how bad things can be (have been and will be again), the relatively dry, bright and fresh day was reason to be thankful. Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise coming from folks who answer “How are you?” with “Not too bad."
For the Yank on the bike who was able to muster the energy and drive to make it past our laneway and see the wonderful people of our town, it was a fine day indeed. I’m glad everyone else saw it that way as well.
I hope you all have an enjoyable week, and that, even if the day isn’t perfect, that you can find something fine lovely, or even marvelous in it.
Don’t forget to come to tomorrow’s "Managing MS Together" Google Hangout with Meredith Vieira. I’ll be one of the guests.
Wishing you and your family the best of health.
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