Progress is slow but steady. When I was dx in '99 I was very active at an intense level of aerobics, daily hiking etc. From that point it was a steady decline of using a walker to a scooter and finally an electric wheelchair. My "inside" condition also declined along with exterior muscle mass so as you can imagine I have still a lot of repair work to do concerning rebuilding muscles, weight bearing, strength and balance.
Some exciting changes are:
Daily energy from moderately weak and now to very good.
Voice has gone from very soft and now to normal.
Brain function from foggy [slippery] now to normal/good.
Arm strength/pushing with both arms now from very weak in right arm to moderate and "nothing" in left arm to low strength.
Dexterity in rt hand/ low but now good.
Dexterity in lt hand/nothing but now low.
No change in movement of legs but "ice cold" in feet now gone.
Ice cold in hands now gone.
Body temp from erratic to regular.
No appetite to now normal.
Note/one negative/ tinnitus is back periodically.
The analogy I use to explain the over all change is...it's like someone taking my smudgy reading glasses off me, cleaning them completely then placing them back on my nose... "WOW...so this is what things look like!"
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
THE PILOT OF MY PLANE
Years ago when my Dad was young he decided to join the Royal Canadian Air force. At the age of nineteen he signed up at the beginning of World War 2 but due to the fact that he wore glasses he was designated to position of navigator rather than pilot. Shortly after he was assigned to a pilot, twenty-three year old,Don Embry.
These two young "fly boys", as air force men were called, then set off on various bombing missions. Barely out of their teens they were active, lively and self assured, however, seeing their brothers in arms, killed in such deadly ways was sobering and frightening..
My Dad, Bob Keele, met his pilot, Don who said to him, " You stick with me, Bob, and I'll see you through this war!" Sometime later Don was in a motorcycle accident in which he broke his leg and so their flying missions were temporarily halted. Bob was in the hospital visiting this friend and pilot when a superior officer approached him asking Bob to be his navigator for an upcoming mission. My Dad respectfully declined, saying Don was still his pilot and that as soon as Don was able they'd be flying.
Well... that particular mission that Bob declined failed and several young men died including the superior officer! Dad and Don Embry flew together, safely, for the entire war. Dad is now 91 years old and Don passed away just a few years ago.
After my ms diagnosis in '99 I decided to make Jesus the "pilot of my plane" and I know He will see me through this war!
THANK YOU, LORD!
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These two young "fly boys", as air force men were called, then set off on various bombing missions. Barely out of their teens they were active, lively and self assured, however, seeing their brothers in arms, killed in such deadly ways was sobering and frightening..
My Dad, Bob Keele, met his pilot, Don who said to him, " You stick with me, Bob, and I'll see you through this war!" Sometime later Don was in a motorcycle accident in which he broke his leg and so their flying missions were temporarily halted. Bob was in the hospital visiting this friend and pilot when a superior officer approached him asking Bob to be his navigator for an upcoming mission. My Dad respectfully declined, saying Don was still his pilot and that as soon as Don was able they'd be flying.
Well... that particular mission that Bob declined failed and several young men died including the superior officer! Dad and Don Embry flew together, safely, for the entire war. Dad is now 91 years old and Don passed away just a few years ago.
After my ms diagnosis in '99 I decided to make Jesus the "pilot of my plane" and I know He will see me through this war!
THANK YOU, LORD!
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