Love Part 2: A Mother's Love

Hello World!

In honor of my mom's birthday this past week, I wanted to dedicate a post to her. My mother is one of the most amazing human beings that I know. My mom is an incredibly strong woman, who loves her children, and is protective of her children. When she loves, she loves hard, and she loves her children hard.

Let's jump right in! My mom was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (M.S.) when I was around ten, so around fifth grade. I have this prominent memory in my head of the last trip we took before she was diagnosed. We went camping as a family, it was my mom, my dad, my sister, and myself. My sister and I fought on the trip (per usual), and my parents had their time together. I remember it was hot one day and we were still in our tent. My mom tried to sit up, she was very dizzy, and then she vomited. It's scary to see your parents sick, and it was scary to see my mom sick. I think we ended up leaving early because of this. 

I remember her coming home and lying down and then I think she went to the doctor's office. I don't remember what happened after that but I do remember her coming home, sitting us down, and telling us she was sick. I remember that she had to stop working for a while. She had an arm brace and was losing movement of her fingers. It was scary to see my mom struggling to have control of her body. The inner nurse in me was fascinated. I wanted to fix my mom herself, and I think this is where my love of medicine came from. Anyway, she ended up needing to use a cane and went to physical therapy. I remember being so embarrassed to have her pick me up from school because she had a cane. And I still beat myself up about it. Getting back to the point my mom needed physical therapy and it was fascinating. She worked her a** off in physical therapy. Her strength and determination is something I have and always will admire. 

My mom used a cane for about two years and was consistently going to physical therapy. She got better, much better and soon she didn't need her cane anymore. Soon she was walking by herself as if she never had used a cane before. She hadn't had an episode or flare-up for roughly seven years. And this past summer she had an episode. She ended up being fine, but we all had this fear because we know what the other side of this looks like.  I am blessed to have a mother that is this strong, resilient, and perseverant. 

My mom is a woman that I admire and she deserves a shout out for being the amazing woman she is. Mom, I love you and thank you for always being you.

Another day as an adult (who loves her mama).....damn,

Tasha