The apparently extroverted people at the Daily Post division of Word Press seem to think everyone needs a partner in crime, so they chose the word “Companion” for us to focus today’s creation of various forms of artistry.
Main Companion is My Husband
He is there beside me through all the horrors in my life. He goes with me for all important medical appointments. He even takes me to the most dreaded place of all, the hospital I go to to have my M.R.I.s taken. Because I have to have general anaesthesia administered to be able to go through the horrible machine.
My husband is also responsible for creating my latest addiction: riding motorcycles! We have a 2007 Honda Goldwing with a trailer that can pull my wheelchair along with us for the ride. This enables us to get off the bike safely and stretch our legs out when needed! Face it, everyone needs to make a call of nature periodically! Have to find a handicap accessible rest room for my use. Enjoy drinking water too much for my bladder’s own good.
Had two faithful cats we adopted years ago. I picked out the one I wanted, he took the animal’s brother to live with us. Tennyson, (my black kitten) survived travelling through many states with us. The longest stretch of residency occurred when we lived in Colorado. The two brother’s played on the cat tower we had purchased for them unendingly! They used to fight over who go the top of the tower when we first got it, but then my cat discovered the hiding place near the bottom. He used to curl up inside and sleep undisturbed until his brother caught on to where he was. Shortly after moving in we added a humming bird feeder to the back yard. That distracted his brother to no end! Now my cat could take a decent nap when needed!
His cat died a few years before mine passed on. So mine had to survive all alone when we moved to Minnesota. The place we moved to at first was a hideous apartment complex. My cat only suffered through two gruelling years there before he passed away. My husband still sees both animals even though neither have ever been at our house where we now live. I only see mine checking in on me when I am not feeling well.
We adopted a single gray kitten the year after mine passed away. This animal is nothing like our other animals were. I think he may have a learning disability! He is that hard to get to understand simple concepts, like DO NOT get under my wheelchair tires. You would think getting his tail run over would teach him.
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 some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely. So I have started a Go Fund Me campaign. To contribute to the fund, click on the following link: https://www.gofundme.com/zfabhdes
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