By: Allison Norris
I haven’t had anything to write about. The end of the rainy season is upon us and for the first time, I had been feeling like I had Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). I wanted to stay in my house and watch TV every single day. The thought of getting dressed in something that would only get rained on and force me to change was becoming to much. I didn’t want to write, I haven’t had any desire to read, and I even thought about dyeing my hair black because it fit my mood.
And now it is sunny and hits 60 degrees by 5pm. I wait all fall, winter, and most of spring for these days. My face looks healthy because it is starting to tan, and my hair looks a little more blond because, well, my skin is not translucent. It’s a wonderful time of the year.
On this beautiful Sunday, we decided to join 5,000 people and walk for multiple sclerosis (MS). My mom’s first cousin has MS and has participated in the walk for years with some of her students and friends who support the cause. She doesn’t walk much and uses a scooter to get around, bringing it along in the back of her Prius. Despite not being able to walk the four miles, she cruised the whole way in her chair sporting her tie-dyed “team magik” t-shirt, coordinating with the rest of the team.
I know people who have cancer, who are battling it, and who will come out victorious. Thankfully I don’t know anyone except for my cousin who has an incurable disease which slowly gets worse. The thousands of people walking today knew someone with this same illness and were participating to create awareness and raise money for research to find a cure. Everyone wore a tag with the name of the person with MS they were walking for – sisters, brothers, grandpas and best friends – MS was part of their lives. There is something so beautiful about thousands of people coming together to do something good. It was so cool to be one of them.
As the sun peeked through the clouds and we were able to remove a layer of clothing, we talked about what an incredible, positive, funny woman our cousin is. I’ve never heard her say a negative thing about anyone – including herself or her situation. She is brave, caring, positive, and has a sense of humor. I don’t see her nearly enough, but she is an inspiration to me and a reminder of how truly wonderful and precious life is. She is also a reminder to stay positive – even on the rainiest of days.
We walked, we raised a little money, and we learned about a disease that affects thousands of people, especially in the northwest.
Thank you, Gretchen, for letting us tag along. You rock!