Prompt for the Day: “Transformation”


The people who grew up watching the “Transformers” cartoons on television chose the word “Transformation” to morph our different forms of art into a daily creation.

Transformations during my Life

Turning from full time dairy farm employee to full time student at the age of seventeen when I moved to a different state of the U.S. to attend college.  Was not used to having so much free time on my hands.  The smart person would have used the free time to concentrate on their studies, but…

Became an under-age alcoholic instead!  Was unaware that my grandfather was a former alcoholic, that is why he shied away from even the discussion of drinking.  Took me several years of continuous drinking before I got a glimpse of what I had become.  On a three day weekend when all my room-mates where out of town, threw away all the alcohol I had on hand and preceded to sober up alone.  Was a long weekend experiencing D.T.’s all by myself.  Became close personal friends with the toilet.  Now knew what the referred to as “worshipping the porcelain Gods”.  Lost track of how many times I had the dry heaves after empting the contents of my stomach.

Moved out of the dorms to various apartments.  The last one while I was in college was an apartment I shared with a co-worker.  That was fine until he decided to move out, leaving me all alone to pay for an apartment that I was used to only paying half of the rent for.  Had to find a new room mate!  Had been dating a guy for a few months, he was in the same apartment complex as me.  We decided to both live in my apartment because it was the bigger of the two.

Since I was used to sharing the place already, was not that much of a change for me, for him however he had to get over the hang up of not being able to defecate in the apartment while I was still there.  Took some convincing but I explained to him that I was used to shoveling cow manure so would be extremely surprised if he could offend my nose!  Eventually, he adapted to the situation.  A few months later…

I asked him to marry me!  Talk about a transformation, he flat out turned me down.  He told me to wait until he asked me (you confused yet?).  He hadn’t asked my father for permission.  Let him know that if he asked my father, I wouldn’t marry him.  If he wanted permission, he could ask my grandpa (the former alcoholic).  So when we travelled back to the state from which I had come, after lunch with my grandparents he went and spoke to grandpa alone.  He returned with a big grin on his face.  All he had to promise was that we not marry before I finished school and he had to take care of me for the rest of his life!

The day after graduation, we got married!  Now I transformed into being a devoted wife.  My employer gave me the week off.  Our honey moon was only an overnight affair, but I had to take care of getting all my legal paperwork that a name change requires taken care of.

A year later, I started getting sick (was not pregnant!).  My body just couldn’t decide if the room was spinning around or not (hadn’t touched a questionable drink or taken drugs) so he took me to the emergency room to try to get my body to stop vomiting.  They gave me a blood test to confirm I was not with child or had not had anything slipped into me.  The medicine they ended up prescribing turned out to just be an expensive form of Dramamine.  With the medicine in hand we went back to our current apartment.

Had been seeing a chiropractor for my back aches.  He finally sent me to have an M.R.I. to see what was happening to my back.  Went in to get the results from the test to find a completely empty waiting room (normally was full of people waiting for their appointments) so I was extremely uncomfortable.  The receptionist told me to go on back to the exam room to wait for the doctor.  First thing I did was start to take off my shoes, the nurse came in and told me that would not be necessary today.  She told me just to wait on the table for him to come in.  After a few nerve racking minutes the doctor came in.  He told me there was nothing more he could do for me, he was sorry.  The test had revealed that I either had spinal cancer or multiple sclerosis.  He had been able to arrange for me to see a neurologist.  All I would have to do was set up an appointment with the other doctor.

The reason they could not determine which problem I had was they had not been able to inject me with the contrast in my veins.  Went to see the neurologist, who ordered a new M.R.I. this time with a sedative so I would hold still during it and the contrast solution.  Took a few weeks to get both the test ran and get the results from it.  My next appointment with the neurologist gave me the answer I dreaded hearing.  My husband went with me to learn that I had the relapsing-remitting form of multiple sclerosis.

Years later, living in many different states of the U.S. came to the realization that I really wish it had been the spinal cancer.  At least with that disease I would probably have died by now!  Am tired of getting M.R.I.’s when I already know that I have M.S..  Would not have wasted so much money on drugs for a disease that has no cure.  The medicines just help to mask the symptoms.

 Please Help Fight Evil Disease

The medicine my neurologist prescribed for me to treat my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is basically nearly impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that then or every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes

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