We all know people with Multiple Sclerosis. People who's bodies are fighting against them. I know a couple. I am going in honor of Miss Dixie. I've been a mess thinking about all of this. Crying every 20 minutes. I am a dancer who wishes people with MS could keep dancing.
Only a few years ago Miss Dixie did plies once every day. It started to grow harder for her. I remember seeing her, one day, take the few steps slowly to the beam place both hands on the barre and struggle to demi plie in 1st position. For a long time, I'm sure she felt frustration at her legs because she didn't know the cause. It took a while to get her diagnosis. That's one of the things about MS. There is no simple test. You go to the doctor and he tells you it could be all sorts of things. Your symptoms change, you have to wait and see. I've read that the best way to diagnose is with an MRI. Miss Dixie did find out that her immune system was attacking her healthy nerves. Making it difficult to walk. She started treatment and went through times where all she needed was a cane, and times when she was forced to use a wheelchair. Her falls became more frequent, and her rehabilitation would have to start over. She watched us dance, everyday, from her chair. Molding our legs and feet into beautiful pieces of art while hers deteriorated. She spent time at the Mayo Clinic. They told her she would never get well, but she did improve in her mobility. Of course, it was still precarious. She was forced to give over her life's work, for others to continue. Ultimately, Miss Dixie did not die from MS, but her fall that caused the stroke was a result of MS. Her own beautiful, strong legs betrayed her. She called me her legs. She told me I would have to replace them. Well, Miss Dixie, we are all going to be your legs. We are going to Walk for you. We are going to walk in support of finding a cure for Multiple Sclerosis. No one should have to stop dancing.
So, we are Miss Dixie's Legs. If you would like to donate some money before April 6th message me and I will give you an address to mail it to.... or just find the National MS Society and give them money. Or find a walk near you. Walk for the people who might not be able to from one day to the next.
Leah K.
So I understand why I wasn't the maid of honor in this one. All the daughters must be on an even plane. What this did start was a string of being in weddings. 
She had a cousin who she chose as her Maid of Honor. I remember the words she spoke to me. "I would rather have you, but she is family and I can't choose the people I want." So I was the would be Maid of Honor, and I took it to heart. I went to the tux fittings and flower choosing meetings. I planned the shower and the bachelorette party. I promised her I would dive after her bouquet and I had the road rash to prove it along with the memory of my victory dance with her brother to, "I'll be" in the lit up gazebo to remind me how single I was at the time. 
Which meant, we wore coordinating colors and served cake. 
That is me. 3rd from the left. I made those bouquets we are all holding. Helped pick out the dresses we are wearing. Took photos of the bride. Made the favors. Bought awesome champagne for the bachelorette party. Again. Just a bridesmaid. Another situation that "Maid of Honor" was chosen not to ruffle feathers. 
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