ramblings on disability

I endeavor not saying, “MY” MS or “MY” RA. I always felt it gave too much power to the disease. I was somehow relinquishing control as if that’s WHO I was—THE disease. The solution for me was to name them. At that time my neurologist was female and my rheumatologist was male. I decided to name the MS, Lucy, and the RA, Ricky. Yes, a reference to Ricky and Lucy Ricardo. One must find amusement where they may. I look at Ricky and Lucy as a part of life. I recognize them, am aware of them, but they don’t control me or what I do. Of course, I have limitations. We all do no matter the age—disease or no disease. They, however, do not define me. read more