Snap Out of It!

I’ve been following a thread in the National Ataxia Foundation’s facebook page.  I’m finding it very upsetting.  Lots of people are joining in and listing all the things that Ataxia has “taken away from them”!  Oh give me a break! What is the benefit in doing this?  This image was my response:

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but it didn’t to make an impression.  People still continued to mourn what they could no longer do the way they used to be able to.

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My Happy Place

FullSizeRenderIt so nice to have a place to go and a mission to accomplish where I can go to just be Donna and not be defined by Ataxia.  Crazy Acres in Ipswich, the farm where Denim is from, is one of those places.  I volunteer there a couple times a week and when I’m there I am the “laundry-folder”, “supper-dish-preparer”, “dog-dish-washer”, “dog-cuddler”…Granted, I wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for my Ataxia but when I’m there, I don’t FEEL that is the reason I’m there.  I’m there because I enjoy it there.  I love what they do there and I want to help where I can.  I love watching Denim run free in the arena.  I love watching her stand up in the backseat of my car, tail wagging when she realizes where we’re going…

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“Thank you for changing my life”

10550092_905498666134389_2806223816839819327_oIn response to a daily prompt from WordPress, I looked at page 82 of the nearest book, “What the Dog Saw” by Malcolm Gladwell.  I was told to read the third sentence, hmmm… “Thank you for changing my life,”… Ya, Ataxia has changed my life.  Am I thankful? As I sat in my favorite chair exhausted and panting after just folding one load of laundry, I thought about it.  OK, if I didn’t have Ataxia and took breaks after every little chore, I might be considered a lazy bum.  But I’m allowed down-time without the fear of being judged.  For that, I’m thankful.
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