Pain-free and peaceful

Howdy folks, hope this finds everyone doing well, was pondering the thought what should I write about. To get into the whole MS medicine would be boring and repetitive. So perhaps it's time to give a shout out to our caregivers, my wife, Deborah, she is my caregiver who I in turn, I am also her caregiver. She has Fibro and some serious back issues along with arthritis in her neck. Then I will be the first to admit, it's not easy being a caregiver when you have secondary progressive MS, fibromyalgia or RSD, but degenerating spine, yet I do try and I do give it my best.

I just thought it would be a good thing for us to reflect upon perhaps give a hug. Make a special thank you card pick some nice roses from your neighbor's garden. I mean from your garden and to let them know that they are thought and cared for. There is gratitude held within our hearts for all the things that they do for us. So take some time out this week. Thank those who do support you and to those who believe you and to those who do help. So here's one of my poems. I have a few for caregivers thankfulness for friends. I thought I would share this one with everyone this week.

“Caregivers Have Heart”Lets talk about our caregivers and what their lives are like now we have

Sorry for the delay on my weekly Column, I ended up in the hospital for a while!

Frank Williams, Columnist, MSnewsChannel.com

Howdy folks, sorry for the delay on my weekly Column, I ended up in the hospital for a while and could not do anything for 10 days after I got out. That was because I had to wait for the biopsy report. Luckily I do not have colon cancer, but we can add colitis and some other funky word to my list of interesting endeavors. Such as RSD, fibromyalgia and multiple sclerosis, plus a degenerative spine so without further ado, I'd like to introduce myself Howdy howdy, I thought a proper introduction would be in order. My name is Frank . Well, I knew my age 27 seconds ago. Let me work on it. It should

My new poem is long but its is humorous: “Battle Scars”

(Frank Williams, Poet & Columnist, MS News Channel)

I reread the my last poem and was thinking something a little less morbid would be better so here's one that may make some smile and laugh instead of being sad! My new poem is long but its is humorous:

“Battle Scars”

ok y’all ready to take a fun little ride, like riding 5 ft waves in a dingy
its neurological illness’s fun filled roller coaster slide thingy
you wake to the thunder of your body as it shoots through you makes you shake

the dawn greets you with so much pain you are definitely now wide awake

HERE'S MY WEEKLY POEM FOR OUR ANGELS “Sick And Tired And Tired Of Being Sick”

 HERE'S MY WEEKLY POEM FOR OUR ANGELS

“Sick And Tired And Tired Of Being Sick”

Sick and tired and tired of being sick,
tis no joke, nor am I trying to be slick.
You cant sleep, sit, walk or even stand,
that’s when i redirect my pain and take pen in hand.
Electric shocks runs though you like water over the falls,
what, who and why isn’t there anyone i can talk to and call.
Pains keeping us up all night, then all through the day,
many try to console and comfort us, but what can one say.
Its not something new and am pretty sure it wont soon disappear,
you get so sick of it you just want to shift gears.

Get out of low and move it to overdrive,
yet the pains linger strongly as the morn arrives.
Does anyone else have any clue on what we can do,
this sure wasn’t a lesson we were taught at school.
You move, not by choice but rather due to shocking nerve pains,
the intensity increases with the weather comes snow or rain.
Wanting to scream and then you want to just yell out loud,
and then there are times you just want to slip off of the cloud.
Free falling till the earth finds you were it meets the sky,
taking so many meds, no relief, no buzz not even a high.
Ya want to complain but how and why for its not fair to others,
oh he’ll i moved again and my yell in a pillow I shall smother.
Cant wake the house for its not their fault, nor their burden to carry,
yes she is my wife and through good and bad as we both agreed when married.
I want to wake her at times and just cry cause the pains are too much,
yet I cant do this to her, heck i cant even bare the wind it hurts to be touched.

So I lay here wanting to feel better yet no relief is in sight,
another pain filled evening filled with dark thoughts that can be a fright.
How are we to endure so much, don’t say god gives you what you can handle,
my feat burn, my muscles ache, my nerves shout with electric pains its a damn scandal.
I want to be who I was so many years ago, I’m not sure i can even recall,
how it felt not to suffer with pains, why is it worse comes spring and fall.
I know many of us deal with this everyday and some longer then I,
feeling guilty because some are worse off, yet still i want to just cry.
I am sick of the pains and always feeling so sore and tired,
dam meds will be with me forever like a live wire.

Some we know have no clue as to how we always feel,
to give up and quit at times sounds easy, yet I can not yield.
Its not my nature to quit and that’s because I know I live to love,
still there are times I raise my hand and curse those above.
Just let me have a few days of no pain come he’ll or high water,
so I can honestly smile to Deb my wife, Gus and Eddie’s daughter.
I was to give her a life of happiness not this one filled with such strife,
yet here I am awake, sore, tired, crying through another dark night.
Why cant i follow my deepest loves and my desires,
when will the RSD stop, how can I put out these fires.

If its not the burning sensation then my nerves become a mess,
because of this stupid thing called fibro and this damned SPMS.
Now comes the dawn, it creeps over the horizon ever so quick,
did I mention to you I was sick and tired and tired of being sick.

i checked in to the hospital today and am pretty sure i wont be checking out soon stan!

 I WROTE THIS FOR MY COLUMN ON WWW.MSNEWSCHANNEL.COM

""""""" what is a nurse"""""""""""

Let's talk about my latest and impromptu hospital stay.
The view out my window was pleasant and quite okay.
my best part of the hospital stay as always , are the nurses
I don't want to be here. So many people use foul language and curses.
Never do I understand how patients can always be so mean.
These men and women who work hours upon hours, making sure you're healthy and clean.
I hear people yelling at the nurses across the hall from another room
sometimes even take it out on the EMTs. I just don't get it. No clue.
Yet when they leave my room. There laughing, happy and glad.
Maybe because I'm not like the putz in 403, who yells and screams making them sad.
They sacrificed so much of themselves to give hope to care to nurture others.
There's almost a bond with my nurses, genuine love between sister and brother.
Is it really that hard to be nice. I know some of us are an extreme amount of pain.
But once someone gets 110% in some try to make you feel better. why causes a strain.
It just hurts me inside. When I listen to some of the people what they say .
Nobody wants to be sick. Sore operated on hell, who even wants an overnight stay.
And what confuses me sometimes visit them. Is it me. Sure I hurt like hell.
I was brought up differently. You don't take things out of others. You don't falsely ring the bell.
Be respectful, kind, considerate, we were all taught. This is not really that hard to do.
Put yourself in their spot for one day one hour one minute to see if you can wear their shoe.
their are times and noises when things go bad, being poked and prodded on all night long
I may not expect everyone to be happy to do a course line, a singer, happy song.
So if you gonna stay a few hours. Any are the week upstairs don't be miserable. Don't make it worse.
Remember that person is given their full devotion to as a family of their own because they are a nurse.

By Frank Michael Williams

HERE'S 3 OF MY POEMS: “with no fear” “Believing is a gift” “ never to fade away”

“with no fear”

I step into the darkness with shame and fear
of all my blunders and mistakes through the years
Searching for that special ones helping hand
knowing just knowing on my feet i must land
So i search into the ever deepening gloom
hoping to find that flower ready to bloom
I reach for her into the night
She keeps me from feeling my darkest fright
So as I find her after many years
I step into the light with no fear

“Believing is a gift”

you say you hurt and your are not as strong

yet i see nothing to show me this, i say you are wrong
you say your muscles burn and nerves truly ache
yet I see nothing wrong with you I say you are a fake
you say you cant see your vision is all a midst
yet I still see nothing wrong yet you still insist
you say you are tired and the fatigue you can not stand
yet I still see nothing wrong I think you are yanking my hand
you say this to me every day, its always the same
yet to me I think you are faking it I think you bring me shame
You say i am a family member how can you not believe
yet there is nothing to show me otherwise nothing for me to see
you say your friends who suffer understand better than I
yet I still insist you are not sore its all a big lie
you say someday you will understand that this is not a game
yet you keep on telling me I am ok I am still the same
you say thank you for you've finally realized and the truth you see
yet it took so long for you a family member to truly believe in me
or one of my less negative ones? here is my link first half is poetry of life then msbs and followed by tag poems they are written off the cuff in a thing we used to call tag poetry tag you are it and given a subject and write one from the top of your head

 

“ never to fade away”

A crisp mountain creek running as clear as cloudless day
the air filled with the fresh aroma of a meadows fresh cut hay
willows along the creek whispering songs, songs of the wind
to see such beauty of nature and not seeing it is truly a wasteful sin
skies so blue across the plains that go on forever, an endless sky
buffalo grass swaying to the rhythm of the wind its a natural high
absorbing the beauty of nature is an art for those who who love art
beauty shown to so many who enjoy it so much it gives one a start
mountains as high as the sky colored with granite and pines so green
such beauty like a golden sun set over the mountains have you ever seen
seen the sky so orange at sun rise in the desert it fills one with such awe
a sky filled with so much orange it covers everything such beauty so raw
morning dew sitting gently on the leaves and grass far as the eye can see
the golden color of the aspens and birches or the orange of a giant oak tree
the aspen leaves shimmer so bright like a million stars resting in the evening sky
rainbows filled with so much colors one can only wish to be on top and take a slide
down the bow till it empties into a cold mountain top crystal clear lake
beauty as this is a natural wonder of the earth something that could never be fake
make sure you absorb the art that is given for us all to see each and every day
let the artistic beauty of nature be embedded in your minds eye and soul never to fade away