MS stands for Mighty Strange, Cause the symptoms have unending range;
Even though MRIs proved it, by my neuro was told, Couldn't be MS-you're too old,
Cannot argue with him; he'll say Goodbye! Then I must find another gay or guy;
First comes the shock: Not, not ME; Then comes research, no this cannot be!
The more research tho', the more confused, Til the whole subject becomes a muse.
Meanwhile, the more fatigued I grow, And depression to all time low.
One day I walk, the next I fall; One day my words are there, next not at all;
I love roller coasters, so I'm at home, On this ride of emotions I'm always on.
One day I'm up, one day I'm down; One day I love him, the next I only frown.
I spill my coffee, can't balance my bank; Can't cook or clean, so in the clutter I sank.
Then one day I become a rebel, Start working so no one can tell;
But my tears show my terrible pain; From pretending, there's nothing to gain.
Oh, but my friend said, just wait; It will soon be over cause you look great!
As I morph into someone not ME' My family wonders who I will be,
When my pain subsides and anger is gone, I say I'm sorry, but feel so alone.
Still they say, smile and keep your chin up, Fighters of MS monster never give up,
I am tired of fighting, a warrior no more, I'll just be the one who closes the door;
I'll try my best to not make you cry; Hope to make you laugh, or least to smile,
Forgot my cane, so I'll walk like a drunk, But my shrink said if I drink, I'm shrunk.
Forgot my phone, on way to doctor today, So which one I going to? I say.
Neurologist, psychologist, allergist, opthamologist,
Physical therapist, massage therapist, oncologist,
Or Just primary care? Want to play a card game,
With all my doctors cards? you probably carry the same,
I love a great mystery; Cause comedies are now history;
Mysteries make me laugh, they're so predictable
,But this MS mystery is very unpredictable.
My eyes are blurry, but "just the disease;"
My leg is having spasms, "just the disease.
Forgot my SS number, forgot my pen number,
No shopping today; it's been a long, hot summer.
Call my doctor, don't complain, just say I have new symptoms,
I try to explain; but he just makes me feel like a bum;
Neuro says, find a way to cope; it's just MS, Goodbye;
Oh, wait, it's time for a new MRI!
What do I do now, with all this pain, you ask?
Why, turn to God in prayer; 'tis my only task.
Only one things remains as through MS I trodm
I will always rejoice, and trust in my God!