A Holiday Poem: Surviving the Holidays with Multiple Sclerosis


    'It’s the day after Christmas, I still have M.S.,
    Not a dish is unused, the house is a mess;
    The breakfast was de-lish and made with great care,
    Sausage balls, monkey bread, fruit was all there.
    The guests were my mother, my boyfriend, his Mom,
    The food brought back memories of Granny who’s gone;
    I vacuumed and cleaned, which threw dust in the air,
    I exhausted reserves, but I did not despair.
    P.T. has strengthened my legs, I am sure,
    But it would be nice, if there were a cure;
    Multiple sclerosis is the name of the beast,
    It zaps all my energy and is a challenge, at least.
    I don’t know ‘bout you, but I will not wait,

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    For the researchers who are trying to make
    A way for our myelin to regrow and protect
    The nerves which help signal through our brain and our back.
    So in the meantime, I plan to cautiously be
    Aware of my limitations and abilities, you see,
    “I may have M.S., but it doesn’t have me,”
    I live life in full and find comfort in Thee.
    ‘Twas the season for giving, and giving I did,
    But mostly of myself just like when a kid;
    It does not much matter if dust bunnies dwelled
    Right under the couch or table, “oh well.”
    The joy found in Christmas and throughout the year,
    Is kept close at heart, at least that’s what I hear;
    We need not be perfect, or expect ourselves to be
    Just like we were years ago, before M.S. came on the scene.
    My wish for you and for those you hold dear,
    Is to have Peace at Heart and a Happy New Year!!

    Inspired by Clement Clarke Moore; Written by Lisa Emrich


    Lisa Emrich is author of the blog Brass and Ivory: Life with MS and RA and founder of the Carnival of MS Bloggers.

Published On: December 26, 2008