MS-Understanding: 10 Multiple Sclerosis Facts Worth Knowing
According to the MS International Federation, World MS Day is the only global awareness raising campaign for MS. Every year, the MS movement comes together to provide the public with information about MS and to raise awareness on how it affects the lives of more than 2.3 million people around the world.
From well-known celebrities like Richard Pryor and Montel Williams, to every day men and women, MS continues to make its presence known in the lives of many African Americans.
Together, armed with facts, we are #StrongerThanMS.
For more information, visit www.worldmsday.org.
My Story: “Helping To Find A Cure Drives Me Everyday”
“Why are you like this? Montel [Williams] isn’t, he’s walking. Maybe you need to change doctors.” For 63-year-old Norma Williams-Burkes of North Carolina, comments made to her like this one fuel her desire to educate African Americans about what it really means to live with multiple sclerosis (MS).
In her own words, this is Norma’s story.
My symptoms first appeared in 1995. After waking, I couldn’t get out of bed. My body began to stiffen more. I was diagnosed and treated for arthritis.
Beginning in April 1999, my once cheerful, outgoing life began changing. Waking each morning, my first thought was “Will ‘old Arthur’ (my reference to arthritis) keep me in bed today?”
After numerous visits to different doctors, taking every lab test you can name, having surgeries I didn’t need, and a major MS attack in August 2003 while driving that hospitalized me (I didn’t know what was happening with my body then), I was finally diagnosed with Progressive Multiple Sclerosis (PMS). According to my doctor, Emily Pharr, MD, there isn’t any specific medication for this form of MS.
Once diagnosed, I began to realize the steady progression of MS, and the affects it was having on my body. True, this was a hard pill to swallow. Slowly, things I took for granted (daily hygiene, dressing and feeding myself, standing, walking, rising from chairs, driving, working, holding objects, etc.) became harder to perform. I never wanted to admit then, and still don’t today, the active life I enjoyed was ending.
My life with MS became a stalled journey.
My mom, until her health began to decline, became my primary caregiver. When she couldn’t do it anymore, my only child gave up his career to take over where my mom left off. It’s not an easy life for neither me nor him.
He’s not only my caregiver, but also my eyes. With limited mobility, he oversees daily activities dealing with me and our home. He’s my ears. Being hearing impaired, he assists or handles my communication with others.He’s my hands. I sometimes have difficulty managing simple tasks and he steps in to help. And he’s and my feet. He’s there to keep things moving inside and outside the home.