In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The MS Brain at Sleep and Play
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In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
In 1990 when I was diagnosed with MS, my doctor also found a football sized tumor in my uterus...2 weeks later. Within 2 weeks of my MS diagnosis I was in the hospital recovering from a hysterectomy. The tumor was benign. My hands were messed up then, shakey, uncoordinated, I couldn't write. Then, in the hospital, I had a dream.
In the dream I was writing perfectly. When I left the hospital after 3 days, yep, I could write again. Perfectly.
Flash forward to 2011. The lady upstairs (90-something) plays her piano. I love it. It is as if she has heard me singing beneath her, because she plays many songs I love: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Younger Than Springtime, Everything's Coming Up Roses---you get the idea. So, I had a dream.
In the dream I was playing the piano, perfectly. Playing much better than I had during any of my piano lessons (a couple months) when I was ten years old.
Our social room here has a piano. It is old, torn keys, out of tune mostly, but I have been eyeing it for some time. I got behind it, can't reach the pedals, my left hand is crooked, my right fingers are out of sync. I began playing with my right hand. I played "Doe a Deer..." from The Sound of Music. (I was so excited I wanted to cry.) Then something I had never tried before: Younger Than Springtime. I did it. I played it. One hand, but all fingers. I just played it. "Like a pair of birds that burst into song."
Such is the mystery of multiple sclerosis. Remember this, no matter what it has taken from you, don't hesitate to try something you can't image you can do. And I believe in the power of our brains to make paths during sleep. Never stop talking to your brain. Mine wanted to write and play the piano. Sweet dreams.
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