This past Sunday my family and I were part of (our first annual) Walk MS 2013. My sister organized, my husband flew a red eye flight to be there, my mom brought shirts, the kids kept their complaints to a minimum and we all donated.
We were surprised to see the number of people flooding Grant Park on the sunny morning. The sea of orange shirts reminded us a lot of people are affected by this disease, even right here in Chicago. There were some in wheelchairs, but the majority of walkers looked like you or me. It was hard to differentiate between those with MS and those there supporting loved ones; MS lived up to being named the invisible disease.
The weather was perfect; I was neither bothered by the hot or the cold and loved the view as we walked through Museum Campus onto the lakefront finishing near Buckingham Fountain. My kids although frequently asking when it was over, looked wide-eyed at the mass of people and proudly walked (or was carried) for their mother.
My son, wise beyond his years, asked a question that was hard to answer. "Why do they raise money by doing a walk, when it hurts when people with MS walk?" Very good question buddy.
It didn't hurt when I walked and I was proud to walk alongside my family, my biggest supporters. I wasn't the only who got diagnosed with MS this fall, in a way they all did as they are the ones that babysit, deal with my moods and relentlessly send articles and advice to me.
Some have asked me if I'm depressed since being diagnosed, I feel so lucky to live the life I have that I absolutely have no time for that.
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