When MS Steals Your Memories

Since I have decided to share my photo albums with you, and have, over the past few years, been sending to those in the photos---their photos; I ran across a few people I didn't know, places I had never seen and the old "shot of an upside down fence or foot," but I got to thinking about the home I grew up in, my great aunt Vi's house, and the backyard I played in. There was a red ball that was stuck tightly between a forked limb. My brothers and I did all we could to dislodge it over the years, with no success.

That memory, my desire to share it with you (since, of course there is more to the ball story) reminded me of a photo I threw out. It was taken with the camera I had as a 6 year old, and was just a bunch of tree limbs/leaves. Now I know what that was---the ball, small and hidden in the tree. Gone now, except for my memories of it. What a shame, it took on a life of its own. My brain, like my aunt's is so full of memories that are clear and easily accessible. I love that about me and with MS it is one of my greatest fears---losing those memories. Alzheimers, so much can steal my memories, so I am a storyteller or a memory teller. Yes, that is my title.

I hoped to share all my stories with my family, nieces, nephews, but that will not happen. How sad for them. The live in the moment generation, have it now generation, why am I not happy generation...just damn sad.