Post-trip spoon collecting is in full effect.  I’m working from bed. The kitties are snuggling and not fighting. The sound of their purrs is soothing to me. Clean sheets on... Read More

I had kind of an epiphany since my last infusion. Something clicked in my brain around the time I heard the second medical professional say to me, “That’s just your... Read More

I find myself in shades of grey more often than not, these days. When I decided to call my blog bethybrightanddark.com a few friends told me it sounded more like... Read More

I’m not the easiest person to figure out lately. As a result of my current “situation” I’ve become somewhat of an interpersonal nightmare. Being my friend, right now? Not so... Read More

My shrink, my beloved Cheryl, has been gently trying to help me accomplish the enormous task of changing my thinking. I mean, this isn’t a new idea. She’s been trying... Read More

So it’s been pretty obvious that I’ve been pretty openly struggling lately. Obsessing about the 21 days I’m supposed to get to feel good after my infusion. And wondering when... Read More

I don’t know why I’m so hesitant to write this down. Well. I guess I actually do. It’s the whole curse of “loving my life out loud” that has haunted... Read More

“I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. Yes, MS does change everything, but nearly everything was going to change anyway. Maybe it’s different change — it’s definitely more and... Read More