Dear Diary

 Finding joy in the day and developing resilience are skills that take practice.  It is very easy to become distracted by the weeds and sticks that can litter our path in life and totally miss the things that make us happy.

On a walk recently with my dog, it occurred to me that I am so much a part of the natural world around me that I "belong" simply because I exist.  I don't know what brought on this thought but as soon as I acknowledged it, I felt lighter and actually smiled a little.

Life with a chronic illness is a daily adventure into the unknown and the challenges that go hand in hand with daily living.  I handle the ups and downs a lot better when I remember to look for the things that I am grateful for and that bring me joy.

This past weekend was the annual Great Backyard Bird Count.  I have loved birds since I was in elementary school and I enjoy participating in this event.  Essentially you record birds that you observe and log them with one of two apps available or online.  It's a little citizen science to help track bird populations.

So, on my morning walk with my dog, I pulled out my app to record the bird sounds that I heard. Let me just say that birding by ear is a real thing and, thankfully so.  Binoculars are definitely standard equipment for birdwatching, but learning birdsongs is a great asset.

Returning home I reviewed my list and once I was certain of what I had heard I logged my sightings.  There are a lot of birds in my immediate area and living in the Pacific Flyway more or less ensures there are lots of species to observe.

This morning when I woke up, two mourning doves were greeting each other outside my apartment.  Mourning doves are a favorite of mine from when I was similarly greeted in the mornings in my childhood bedroom.

I took this picture in 2015.  I was lucky that year to get an up close look at nest building, hatching and fledging of the robin chicks.  I don't know if birds find joy in their songs but like this mama robin protecting her chicks from the rain, they are resilient.

Love Letter - February 2025

Dear Diary:

Winter where I live in Northern California includes spells of rainy days that change the way you approach daily life.  An umbrella and rain coat become regular companions.  A pair of boots may be a part of the mix.  Here on the western slope and into the valley, it can get cold, but rarely do we see snow.

As a former east coast native where winter brought not just cold, but snow and frigid temperatures, the weather here isn't that bad.  I've known a few gentlemen who go through the entire year here in cargo shorts!  

I think all my east coast winter resilience has probably been worn away by the (relatively) balmy California winters and baked off by the dry heat of our long summers.  After getting through all the holiday festivities and gatherings and back to my life as a single dog-parent, I do have what appears to be a cold.

I haven't been one to get sick much in my adulthood.  I have wondered if my overactive immune system had fortified me against most contagious illnesses.  A doctor once told me it is common to have more than one autoimmune disease.  In my case I have three that I know of, including MS. 

Or maybe, I've speculated, after having five kids, I have been exposed to enough child-borne bugs to make me invincible.  I've been sick so infrequently I can remember clearly when I was last sick enough to go through a box of tissues in a day (when I had COVID, a souvenir I brought home from vacation).

All this to say, having a cold or the flu adds another layer of self-care to my daily palliative approach to managing MS.  Becoming a pro at taking care of yourself is very important, whether or not you have MS.  My first neurologist responded to my request for guidance in disease management by saying, "... understand your needs and limitations."  That advice has guided me often, right as rain.