Mid Year, Mid Life, Mid 30's?!

That number feels super weird coming out of my mouth. 35. Thirty-FIVE? Officially MID thirties now, right!? Everyone said that ’30’s is awesome,’ buuuut is it….? Let’s see. Maybe reflecting on this phenomona will help me realize it….

I got my first HORSE when I turned 30. Dream come true. 

I lost my dream job I never knew was my dream job (voluntarily, that still counts.) Boo. 

I got diagnosed with MS. Weird. Tough. Kinda shocking.

I got to meet pregnant teens and mamas and establish meaningful and longterm relationships with several of them. What a cool opportunity!! 

We have fallen in love with our church, Northeast Christian, and are meeting new friends. 

I ran my self-made mini marathon in my 30’s all by myself, that was cool. 

I lived through a pandemic in my 30’s. Weird. Sad. Thankful for healthcare.

I started intentional and semi intense therapy for myself, and my marriage, in my 30’s. That’s been eye opening. 

My son got accepted into the best middle school in the district, state really, and I teach there for part of my work day. Pretty darn neat. 

I had some really fun and cool partnerships these past few years, and have done well photography speaking. That’s awesome. 

Had my first spinal tap, suffered immensely from the post lumbar migraine, and I NEVER want to live through that again..

Got a new tattoo on my bday last year, definitely want another. 

Kinda weird, but 35 means a whole new age demographic. I’ve surpassed 25-34 and now I’m in the 35-44 range! It feels weird to tell my students that I’m 35 or that I just had my 35th birthday, in which most say, “You don’t look that old!!” THAT old. 

But you know what? I feel like these days and with SOME things, I’m thinking more clearly. Like I can say, “look, this is me being transparent and honest and this is me.” Facing a brand new medical diagnosis was a huuuuge eye opener for me, and it was also one that showed me the greatness of God. Could I be mad and upset that I HAVE this disease? Sure! But instead I see how vastly He is has worked in my favor. Every time I lift weight and run and ride my horses, I thank Him. So this birthday I have decided that that’s statement I feel for myself regarding turning ‘another year older…’ grateful. Grateful for another year. For my health. For the Lord doing ginormous things in my sometimes mundane life. I am grateful for my family and my friends who surround and love me. There will always be another birthday to freak out about or become weirdly reflective during—but each year I HOPE I can always see how far I’ve come and that I’ll be GRATEFUL for all the steps it took to get there.

The Walls I Need to Break

Walls.

Have you ever built them?

Around your heart, brick by brick, piece by piece?

December 7th I was diagnosed with Muscular Sclerosis. I handled it all with confidence, peace, and a scary level of stone cold, “I’m fine!” to all I’ve talked with. The truth is, I actually have felt ‘fine’ about the diagnosis. It gave me answers as to why so many different instances my ‘skin hurt,’ and it explained why and what my extreme nerve pain was in November. With the best MS team and an aggressive treatment plan, I have felt “fine.”

Suddenly though, I was thinking really terrible things. Things I don’t even feel comfortable typing within this blog post! Most of them centered around my marriage and for his sake, I’ll keep it as vague as I can here for my husband. We had some things come up, arise, and somewhere within me I just felt like giving up. In the past couple of weeks I have said some really hateful and hurtful things; my shortened version will just be transparent about the fact that giving up was legitimately ON my radar. “What if I just wasn’t here anymore?” was one of my scary to admit thoughts.

I told my mom I didn’t think I could cry. Other than with my extreme post spinal tap migraine, I really hadn’t cried. I told her that I’ve had zero reason to feel the way I’ve felt and definitely to have said the things I’ve said, and then it dawned on me……….

Walls.

Within each time I thought about my MS, and every time I told someone I was doing well and fine and good, I was adding more bricks on and around my heart. In the past couple of weeks, I have felt more annoyed as a mom than I can ever remember. I’ve also felt very unhappy in my work situation and being split schools. When my mom has asked how I am, I’ve respond back, “Everything is just meh right now, Mom. All of it.” Gray. Dreary. Muddy. No, I’m not just describing the way January looks in Kentucky—that’s how I have felt internally.

Oh the difficult conversations Asa and I have had. The tears shed, the nights we did indeed need to go to bed angry with hopes of trying again tomorrow. I haven’t wanted to be touched, I haven’t wanted to be hugged, I have wanted to simply be left alone, in my own little brick bubble.

And then? Realization happened. I have always been prone to creating walls. From a young age I have self-sabotaged lots of things, and sadly have hurt people by doing so. (Just ask my ex boyfriend from high school how I ruined OUR relationship…or maybe, actually don’t.) Psychology Today actually describes a lot of different forms of self-sabotage. There’s a paragraph there that discusses control, this may help you the reader, understand it a little more.

It feels better to control your own failure rather than face the possibility of it blindsiding you and taking you by surprise. Self-sabotage may not be pretty, but it’s better than spinning out of control. At least when you’re steering the ship, going down in flames feels more like a well-maintained burn.

Control / failure…two words that pretty accurately describe my ongoing fears, well before MS. I’ve written about fear of failure SO many times here, you may even remember. With MS, what control do I have? Think about it…I was given a serious new diagnosis, I was shown the multitude of lesions on my brain, and then……..I’m fine? “Going down in flames” is a part in that paragraph that describes how I have felt like navigating life. Asa, my patient, loving, gracious husband—even described to me that instead of working on this a little at at time (specifically an area in our life we need to work on), I’ve wanted to just blow it up and quit. He wasn’t wrong.

Walls.

I have had so many of you reach out to me and DM or text. While I haven’t shared super openly what I have been feeling, lots of of you just know:

“Hang in there. Absorbing and processing a new diagnosis takes time. Give yourself all the grace”

It’s only really BEEN a couple of weeks since I have started feeling the familiar feelings of self-sabotage. Asa and I have had some really great and needed quiet moments though, and have talked so openly about this new to ME feelings of nothingness. I don’t think I can ever say that I’ve struggled with depression, but I guess in a sense, I’m walking through it right now. While at the barn I didn’t even feel joy…I felt annoyed with the mud, the amount of time to groom and clean up and do ALL the hard work; but it never has felt like work to me before now? It’s been my therapy, my happy, my peace. So where to from here? Well, my only option is up. For my kids, my husband, my career, my horses—UP.

Recently I could have stayed in bed and just slept. It was the kids’ screen time, a Friday night when they are allowed to stay up later. I contemplated just not moving…just lying there, in the dark. But thank God I made myself get up. That was not who I wanted to turn in to, that was not a chapter of my story I wanted to start writing.. so I swung my feet onto the floor, called out to Reese and played a handful of card games with her. I promised myself I would be strong for them, for all of us. I know that within my strength, I am struggling.

But I also know that with time, prayer, positive actions, and repetition of doing things that I know are healthy for me, the walls one by one will come down, brick by brick.

Thank you for being here in this space and my life. For praying for me and with me. I plead with you to stick around. Don’t let me or my walls keep you out or away. And to my husband, thank you that within your choosing me, you are loving me so wholly and purely.

2023, Here We Go!

2022 started with Asa testing positive for Covid. His Facebook status (which he rarely EVER updates), read this:

For the new year, I thought I’d do something I’ve never done. Tested positive for COVID today. Is it 2023 yet?

To which I responded: 

Hey, don’t wish away our year. 2022 is gonna have crisis, heartache, drama, stress, tears and more. But it’s ALSO going to have laughter, hugs, newness, excitement, and JOY. I love you!!!! I am sooooooo sorry you are so sick and that this break has been prettyyyyyyy miserable. You and we’ve got this!

He responded, “Ashley, it better be good!” and I said (yes, this is a lot of back and forth)... “It might not be? But we can handle anything together.” 

Today was the memory of that status. He scoffingly said, “Boy were you right, Ash!” I remember how I felt this time last year. That 2022 was a new year, I was excited about it, but knew that like all years, there would be challenges that came our way. Did I ever guess that would include being diagnosed with a severe autoimmune disease? Of course not. But NONE of us know the ‘hand we will be dealt,’ right? I feel like every single year for the rest of our forever (here on Earth anyway), is going to guarantee these things: 

Heartache. Laughter. Hope. Despair. Grief. Love. Friendships. Loss. Challenges. Accomplishments. Failure. Achievements. Smiles. Tears. And maybe it’ll all repeat, maybe not? 

And I also know this: If we stay united with Christ, and with each other, it will ALL be okay. So how about 2023? What’s next?

This year I didn’t set any MASSIVE goals. I don’t need to run a certain or set number of miles, I simply want to ‘increase my miles.’ Would I love to run 10-13 miles again without stopping? Sure! Right now I can do a solid 3-4 and I’m happy to maintain that for a little bit, and then I want to pick it up. Since finding out I HAVE MS, that alone has made my workouts way more doable and enjoyable. I find myself thanking God that I CAN do them, whereas before, I took a lot of runs and lifting workouts for granted. 

I also want to make more friends at our church (and really just in general, with Christ loving people.) We’ve attended our church a few years, since the Pandemic really, and while we know a handful of people, we aren’t fully plugged IN, if that makes sense. I am craving deep and meaningful friendship. I was never in a sorority, I don’t live in the same state I grew up in, and frankly since having to move churches several times throughout our marriage, that has made friendship hard! Oh and the fact that I got married as a sophomore in college / 20-year old…ha. Today a neighbor of ours texted, “I know it’s last minute but we are making a charcuterie board and some simple pasta. Would you guys want to come over for dinner?” and I died inside. Kidding–but I was so sad we couldn’t make it! I told my husband this was my dream friendship right in front of me. A charcuterie board, pasta, and amazing people!? YES, PLEASE! PS: Motherhood / Adulting / Friends = tricky to maintain and manage, at least for ME. 

My other hopes for this year are that I will read more, and that I will grow significantly in my walk with God. I want to read more books about Him, learning about His character and who HE is. I want to decrease screen time, and believe we should ALL be doing that. Today our pastor encouraged us that as a congregation, our goals should have rhythms AND restrictions, and I couldn’t agree more. For instance:

*Rhythms: daily prayerful engagement with Scripture 

*Restrictions: limit quality and quantity of screen intake 

Nothing was huge or out of the norm as far as setting my goals for 2023. I have seen how EASY it is to walk away, and I do not want to do that. I long for our family to be so deeply rooted in Christ loving friendships and community, and that together we will be rooted in Him. No one said the year will be easy, and it won’t be. But as I said above, if we stay united with Christ, and with each other, it will ALL be okay. (My dad loves to say, “It’ll all be good,” and it makes me smile.)

(Does this feel like a big, giant spoken ‘prove me wrong’ God, to anyone else?? I tend to be on the superstitious side sometimes, where I am scared to say things aloud because then they so freakishly HAPPEN?? That I’d be lying if I told you I haven’t kinda freaked myself out with this post.) 

What about you, Friend? Wanna share your 2023 goals with me? Feel free to email me or find me on Insta to connect and say hello! Whatever your aspirations are, I pray you well and thank you for sticking around in my little corner of the internet!

Seeing God in My New Diagnosis

“My skin hurts.”

I first spoke that statement years ago. I wish I could remember how many precisely, but I don’t. I just know I was working at Our Lady of Peace and I have a vivid memory of googling, “Why does my skin hurt?”

I told my husband back then (I’m going to guess 3+ years ago) that everything just hurt to the touch. So when that happened again this past November, I was put on high alert. I hadn’t remembered it being this intense. All down my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my chest, my stomach, but ESPECIALLY the back of my head and down the right side of my neck. If someone even slightly grazed my arm for instance, it would HURT. SO BAD. I scheduled myself an exam with my primary care doctor, except she wasn’t going to be in that day. I would need to see someone new. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be seen.

I went to my friend’s house (a physical therapist) the night prior to my appointment, explaining the pain to her. It was turning into almost like electrical shock type pains, where I would be fine and then BAM, voltage up and down the right side of my neck. She did a full workup, we ended up doing some dry needling in my pressure and trigger points, and I was so hopeful I would wake the next day feeling better.

It didn’t help. Which was fine, at least I had more to offer the new doctor I would be seeing. He was so kind, patient and thorough—I was shocked honestly. I told him we had met our healthcare deductible and that my mom was flagged for having an autoimmune disease, they just hadn’t located which ONE yet. I said, “Can you just check me for literally EVERYTHING?” And he DID. He ran a million blood tests [yes, that’s a stretch], checking for autoimmune flags, my thyroid, and more. He ordered an x-ray of my cervical spine and said, “I’m sure it will show nothing, and when it does, we can do an MRI.” He didn’t have an answer for me upon seeing me, but agreed it was strange and he wanted to help find an answer.

I left that day at least feeling hopeful for the tests and scans that were done. And when I woke up the next day, in more pain, with more ‘voltage’ doing down the side of my neck; I remained hopeful. Work was hard though, it was a Friday, and so many people were kind and empathetic as I would wince in pain throughout the day. They began to wonder and speculate, “Maybe it’s shingles, just without a rash?” I google, “Shingles without a rash…” and then my normal PCP called me. I presented the idea to her, ‘shingles without a rash,’ and when I described the pain, ‘burning, intense stabbing pain, some itchiness,’ she said that it COULD perhaps be that, and with it being the weekend, she was okay with prescribing me an antiviral for Shingles. Once again, I felt hopeful. Maybe it’s shingles, maybe this was the worst it was going to get. I would start antivirals, so many people said if I caught it early (shingles) and started the meds, everything would be so much better soon. The other primary doctor had also called me in Gabapentin, a nerve pain medication, so I had both of those things. I photographed a school event that evening and came home with tears forming.

The weekend came. I took my antivirals as directed. Started Gabapentin. And the pain turned into something worse than I have EVER felt. I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone…I was still declaring it as ‘shingles without a rash.’ I read article after article and was convinced that is what it was:


”The symptoms of ZSH (shingles without rash) are similar to the symptoms of shingles, but without a rash. The symptoms are usually isolated to one side of the body and commonly occur on the face and neck, and in the eyes. Symptoms can also occur in the internal organs. [Website info linked
here.] Typical symptoms include”:

  • a painful burning sensation [ME]

  • itchiness [ME]

  • a feeling of numbness [ME]

  • fatigue [EXHAUSTED FROM PAIN, ME]

  • pain that radiates from the spine [ME, LOWER BASE OF NECK]

  • sensitivity to touch [ME]

Flash forward a few days, after the pain made me hit my knees in anguish and despair; after I felt like I couldn’t possibly live through this. The doctor’s assistant called and said, “The doctor would still like to rule EVERYTHING out, are you open to getting an MRI?” Flash forward to when the pain DID stop, but slight itchiness remained. I had declared it ‘shingles without a rash,’ and thought that was it. I said yes to the cervical spine MRI, told the technician, “I’ll be shocked if you find anything,” with confidence as I left, and went about my day.

The very next day, I was driving to pick up a former student to take her to her OB appointment, my phone rang, “Baptist Eastpoint” flashing on the screen. I answered, and I’ll never be able to forget the assistant’s words…”Your MRI shows a loss of nerve insulation, which could point to MS. You’ll need a brain MRI for further testing.” I cussed, then apologized, then rapid fire I called my mom and husband relaying her words. I didn’t have time to process, I picked up my dear former student, chatted and laughed with her, and texted everyone I am close to, including my new principals, asking for prayer.

Asa took the the day off to be with me at my brain MRI appointment. I don’t think he will mind me sharing that he had a pretty good breakdown the night prior. Throughout this very fast paced journey though, I have felt peace. Peace that only come from God himself, otherwise how would you explain it? We all had eye doctor appointments that evening and I let our ophthalmologist know what my doctors were looking for. He did some extra tests, and found that I have a new ‘speck’ in my left eye. He said it’s a sign of recent inflammation, somewhere in my body, and that if I saw a neurologist to let him know because he would share the results. [Nothing to be concerned or scared of yet, just a speck that’s there and we will need to keep an eye on.] By the very next morning, I had pictures of my brain scans. The radiologist reported,

“The MRI findings are highly suspicious for multiple sclerosis with a multitude of white matter lesions as described above. Correlation with CSF studies also recommended.”

My normal PCP referred me to Norton Neurology. The short version story of that is that their office was terrible at getting and finding me an appointment, even though the scans and results were marked urgent. They were so hard to communicate with and dialogue with. A friend of a friend asked if I would be ‘open to seeing a different neurologist,’ and I said, “Girl, I’ll see whoever will see me ASAP!” Lo and behold, another God moment, when I called U of L Health MS Clinic, the office manager answered and immediately got to work for me. Within MINUTES she had my brain scans in her hand. She also called and got my ophthalmologist report. And she got me an appointment within 48 hours to see the neurologist there, Dr. Robertson. “With scans like these, you don’t need to wait ANY longer,” she said. It had felt so impossible to even get an appointment prior to this, I was giddy, literally, with excitement to see a well known and reputable neurologist.

And there we have it. December 7th, 2023, I met with a neurologist for the first time in my life. He spent HOURS with us, going over the scans of both cervical and brain. He was 99% positive this is and was MS, and he ordered a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) just to be certain. They scheduled me an appointment the NEXT DAY for that, and they said, “This never happens, to get an appointment with radiology so soon, usually it can be a month or longer.” I smiled and said, “I don’t know how you feel about God, but if you don’t believe in Him yet, you should. This entire process has been one miracle after another, with God working in crazy mysterious ways.”

I had the LP (lumbar puncture) on a Thursday, and while I was then bed-ridden for FIVE days with a post lumbar puncture migraine, it confirmed MS. I ended up needing and getting a Blood Patch procedure, and thank God it worked quickly for me. I was back up and on my feet the next day, finally getting to go back to WORK!!

A thoracic MRI was next, to get a full baseline of my spine. We had a follow up visit December 27th to discuss results (NO lesions or white matter whatsoever there in the thoracic region, praise Jesus!) and to talk treatment. At the first appointment, the neurologist had said to us, “Seeing your scans and how substantial and aggressive they are, it’s quite remarkable that I am seeing you in front of me with really NO outward symptoms of MS. Our goal is to keep it this way.” I will start Kesimpta shots monthly, and prayerfully it will do its’ job to stop new lesions from forming. We will of course need to get new MRI scans in a few months, of both brain and cervical, and we will stay prayerful and hopeful from now until ever.

I have seen God throughout this entire thing. I don’t LIKE what I see in the brain scans, but it doesn’t scare me. Because of Him, I saw exactly the right people I was supposed to see. Had all the appointments I was supposed to have. And I now have an incredible team of people who are fighting for and with me. I can see fine, I can run and lift weights. Like the neurologist said, I do not currently HAVE typical MS symptoms. I have a lot of new muscle spasms (or maybe I literally never paid attention to them before?) They’re frequent, but not painful. And the memory fog / slip up of words is a real thing. But that’s it? I am so thankful.

Oh, and the pain I was feeling in November? The insane burning/stabbing/jolting pain—that was definitely an MS flare up, and it’s what resulted in me getting diagnosed. I find that part fascinating. They saw a large lesion of white matter in the left hemisphere of my brain, and the neurologist said that was from an extreme flare up that must have happened within the last 30 days of the brain scan. Ding ding ding. I did need to take steroids for days, to help the inflammation and swelling of that lesion go down. Oh and my TSH (thyroid) bloodwork was the only other thing that came back ‘abnormal,’ as it’s almost at 0.0—and that makes complete sense now, with all the inflammation my body has been battling. The spinal tap ruled out any other autoimmune diseases, and it also ruled out infections.

It’s been four weeks since the original testing and scans and three that I’ve had the diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. This has been the most IN MY FACE, I have seen my Creator work. Why is this part of my journey now? I do not know. But if I were to look at each chapter of my story and look at how He has worked and used me…I’d say this is going to be a pretty big page turning path that I now have to walk. It’s been pretty easy to believe and trust in God, because I’ll be honest and real, my life overall hasn’t been THAT difficult. Sure, struggles here and there, doubts here and there, but really I’ve said with ease my whole life that I believe in Jesus and God as my Creator, and I have trusted Him with it all. I am grateful to have been blessed for SO long, but now the rubber is going to meet the road and I am relieved to be able to cling to HIM.

Special thank you to the University of Louisville MS Clinic and my team there. All of you have been more than kind. You’ve been loving, empathetic, a listening ear, and a group of people I believe God orchestrated for me for this new journey.