I haven’t written a blog post tribute to miracles in my life in ages. That’s because I haven’t been feeling it. Too many aches, pains, and complaints. Too much tainted, foul air due to the tedium of rancorous politics. And, the personal worst: my muscle spasms/joint jerks still plague me.

Thank goodness my brain has an overload of endorphins to combat the evil that’s within and without.

I love making people laugh; it’s better than pity.

But that’s what my life circumstances have evoked when I cite the litany of diagnostic procedures I endured: two EEGs, a complete set of head-to-tailbone spinal MRIs (four), dueling opinions of three neurologists, a lumbar spinal puncture. The worst predicament (besides the spasm/jerks) is the inability to secure an appointment for a coveted test until June 2025.

The list I recite to people who ask could be set to the tune of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” (which are near.) Click the blue link to listen to the cheer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwIv0xTDlcY

It’s been a siege of nearly four years, and there’s been little abatement. Along the way, there’s been a medication with great promise prescribed… that didn’t help ameliorate my issue and dashed my hopes. It was hard to rally after that one.

I guess I should consider it a miracle that the amplitude and frequency have reduced. That is, the involuntary muscle spasms/joint jerks have receded to nighttime, seldom to be seen and evoke the dreaded pity during the day. It was a miracle that the early embarrassment of big jerks and spasms was during our Covid Stay-cation.Another miracle is that an army of prayer warriors are willing to intercede and my physicians all care.

Further, I have a doting husband and dog in my corner. I am blessed.

Their love and support feed my soul and help me stay out of the depths of despair. Laughter is the best medicine.