From Ms. to MS

Every year around my birthday, I like to look back at the year and blog about it. New opportunities, risks taken, failures and successes. Well this year was no different, including all of the above and more. A new home, the loss of a family member (Curtis's Grandma Myra), and a beautiful new ring on my finger. While my 31st year of life had lots of ups and downs, one certainly stood out from rest; this was the year that I found out that I have Multiple Sclerosis (MS).

What is MS?

In the four months since I first heard the phrase, "You are presenting signs of MS," I have done a lot of research on the disease and the best explanation I found was on another MSer's blog:

"Take a peek behind your television. There are likely a bunch of tangled cords feeding out from your Blu-ray player, cable, speakers, gaming console (or if your household is anything like mine, SEVERAL gaming consoles), rabbit ears, maybe a VCR. That tangled bunch of cords is your central nervous system. Your nerves transmit signals and messages from Point A to Point B. Like the cords behind your entertainment center, your nerves have a protective insulated coating around them. That’s called the myelin sheath and it facilitates the sending and receiving of electrical impulses.

Now imagine that your asshole cat goes behind the TV and starts chewing on the cords. You’re hopelessly engrossed in season three of Dance Moms, so you don’t notice right away. Eventually you realize that your asshole cat has chewed through some of the coating on several cords, leaving behind patches of exposed wire. These are called lesions. You’re relieved to discover that all of your appliances still seem to be functioning properly–for now. Down the line, however, you may notice that the picture on your television is distorted or fuzzy. You may notice that the sound from your speakers is tinny or garbled. You may notice sparks coming from the cords or outlets in the wall. Or maybe your appliances stop working altogether.


Your asshole cat is Multiple Sclerosis."

I think that pretty much explains it, don't you?  From your eyesight, to being able to use your legs or arms, to speech and cognitive issues - all of the actions that we can take for granted can be impacted by MS, sometimes for a few weeks, or a few months, or for years. The goal for anyone with MS is to get out in front of the disease and try to use medication to keep it at bay. This can be a hard task as each MS diagnosis is like a snowflake, and no two patients are the same. One person may never show signs again while on medication, while another may end up losing a lot of their mobility. There isn't a set path or progression with MS, so we are left to hope that the medication chosen will keep it all at bay.

Me and My Bum Eyeball

When it came to my MS, it started in early August when I began losing sight in my right eye. What started off as a blurry smudge quickly spread to losing more of my sight and it was painful to move my eye. It was when I was back at my eye doctor's office that I realized I could no longer see color. Well crap. With no colors and no clear picture in the one eye, it was like trying to watch Wonder Woman on a black and white TV when you were used to HD. It was while I was at the ophthalmologist that he told me that I most likely have Optic Neuritis (ON), an inflammation around the optic nerve, and that I would need an MRI to show them more about it. Then he said it, "This could be MS." My heart sank. While I was getting an answer about what was going on, it wasn't exactly what I was hoping for as a response. 

I was instructed to head to the University of Iowa Hospital ER as it was the quickest way to

get an MRI done and to start treatment for the ON. My MRI showed some possible lesions on my brain that could be from MS or from migraines or something else, so I was admitted to the neurology floor for three rounds of IV steroids during my four-day stay at the hospital to treat the ON. I also had the pleasure of experiencing my first Lumbar Puncture (LP) which is not the best experience to have. FYI - when you are at a medical school hospital, they like to have the med students "learn" before sending you over to the clinic to have a robot help.  Needless to say, I helped educate three med students and a resident doctor by showing them that they indeed cannot do a lumbar puncture. My dreams about being in the show "Scrubs" were coming true but not in a good way. Anyway, the LP came back showing that I had elevated levels of a specific band that can indicate MS. 

MS is hard to diagnosis as there isn't a test that you can take; it is more like a mathematical equation to complete. Lesions + elevated bands in spinal fluid + symptoms = MS...most of the time.  A true MS diagnosis comes after a second symptom appears, such as losing feeling in your limbs or speech issues, so in the meantime the idea is to treat you as if you have full blown MS.  It can be kind of confusing but the idea is to start treatment before a second symptom appears and stay ahead of the game as best you can while having regular MRIs to watch for lesion growth.  Does that mean that someone could be treated for MS and not actually have it?  Yes, but the percentage of that happening is low.  Until there is a true MS test, this is the reality for treatment.  As for my case, I have been told I have a mild case as of right now, only a few lesions, which is a good thing. So following my rounds of 'roids and the LP, I was sent home to rest and recover with the hope for more answers at my follow-up appointment in three months.  *For those interested, the blog before this one goes into a little more detail about my hospital stay.

Side soapbox - anyone who tells you that you need a ring to prove your partner's commitment is a liar. You need a medical emergency. Seriously. It isn't the most romantic of situations to be in but it will tell you a lot about your partner. Curtis spent the first night with me in the hospital, rubbed my hand as I had my first round of steroids and shared a hotel room with my parents as we waited for more information and steroid rounds. A ring cannot do any of those things, only a real person can. After all that happened, any doubts that lingered about our relationship were silenced with duct tape, and while others constantly asked about when we were getting engaged, I knew that we were married right there and then in that hospital room - in sickness and in health. Curtis never ran, never said that it was too much for him. He sat down, started taking notes and talking to the doctors while being supportive. You don't need to prove commitment to someone with pretty things; it is their actions that will always speak louder than their words. Now, excuse me while I get off of my soapbox.      

So where were we? Aw yes the rest of Fall.  It was in late September that I saw a blue sparkle that even my bum eye could figure out was an engagement ring.  Curtis asked me in the middle of our sunlit living room if I would marry him, and I happily agreed!  October was consumed with contacting friends with our wedding news and planning for the big day while having MS on the brain, figuratively and literately.  The month flew by and before we knew it, November was here along with my follow up appointment at the U of Iowa.  We had been up in Minnesota the weekend leading up to the appointment for a bridal shower and deer season opener.  The weekend was filled with happy faces and fresh venison but when Monday rolled around and it was time to head back to the hospital, I found myself hiding in my childhood closet.  For some reason I thought it was a good idea to Google MS medication options at 4 a.m. and the idea of having to inject myself or suffer through possible side effects left me trying to convince Curtis that we didn't need to go, that I would be fine.  After some coaxing (and reminding myself that children with Type 2 diabetes do injections all the time and that as an adult I needed to suck it up), I left my safe place and was looking down the endless road in front of us.

While the follow-up appointment at the U of Iowa gave us some answers, it was kind of a bust. We were not going to end up meeting with any of the doctors I had seen back in August and the older attending doctor and I did not exactly jive and he did not help me feel comfortable. And while the younger resident student doctor was knowledgeable, the thought of always seeing someone different for the rest of my life made my next request a lot easier when I asked what I really wanted to know - could I be referred to a doctor in Des Moines. While I had had a positive experience during my hospital stay, the trips to Iowa City were hard to justify when we have a full neurology clinic here in Des Moines. As soon as I asked, you could see their reactions. The older doctor told me that was fine, it would make it easier for them anyway, not really the response I expected, but I took it. They gave me their recommendations for medication but said they would leave it up to the doctor in Des Moines and left it at that. It wasn't until we spoke with the nurse that we received some good news; one of the past resident neurology doctors at the U of Iowa recently moved to Des Moines and was accepting new patients. So I could have a doctor that knew the team I had seen when I was admitted in August and he would only be a short drive from my home.  Best part - his last name is Kahout. A doctor that could make me giggle simply by having a fun last name seemed like someone I needed to meet. A week later all of the paperwork was sent over and an appointment was set for me in mid-December.

Also in November, I had an appointment with a neuro ophthalmologist at the U of Iowa who would look specifically at my Optic Neurosis - this appointment went MUCH better! I completed vision tests and had photos taken of my eye; everything was healing nicely and I had 20/20 vision again. I still lacked a crisp picture in my bum right eye, but I could see and could see color again, although it remains difficult at times. It was shared with me that I was recovering really well and my vision could continue to improve or it may end up lacking some of the crispness I have in my good eye. We also learned about how my body temperature impacts my eye and how heat was the reason my sight would darken at times. This was all normal for MS patients and wasn't damaging my optic nerve, but was simply just a new normal for me to get used to for the time being. All of the doctors, nurses and techs that we met with that day were so helpful, warm and optimistic about my diagnosis. We left the appointment feeling more energized about everything and with me feeling better about my upcoming appointment with my doctor in Des Moines.

Get Active, Make an Impact

During the past four months, I was continuing to get used to the idea that I have MS but was still waiting for more answers, so it wasn't something I was very open about to everyone. It was hard to field all of the questions and to not take on the worries of others while trying to sort through it all myself.  So if this blog is the first of you hearing about my diagnosis, you are not alone.  Not too many people knew as I just wasn't ready yet, now I am in a better place mentally but I still may answer questions with "I am not sure, I would have to ask my doctor."

Over the past months I did reach out to connections who also have the disease to try and put some of my worry to rest. I have been told over and over again that now is a good time to have MS as there are a lot of new medications emerging and different treatment options. Having MS does not mean I will automatically end up in a wheelchair or be completely immobile but there is a possibility.  I typically do not like to focus on the possibility of that coming true and instead to focus on the day I have in front of me. Time and disease course will dictate how my disease will progress but for now, it is about getting educated, staying active, lowering my stress and trying to not get too hot.

Many people have asked, "What can I do to help?" For now, there isn't much to do. My body is still healing and dealing with my new normal (can you say, "hot flashes?"), and my bum right eye, but I have been told time and time again, stay active. Because of this, I try to go for lots of walks and I hope to get back on a bike again soon as I haven't ridden it since this all started in August, so if you want to join me for either of those activities that would be great! But if you want to help in other ways, here are some suggestions:

1. Do something nice for someone today.  From bringing your neighbor a batch of soup just because, or sharing your seat with a complete stranger, or simply asking a friend/coworker/family member how they are doing. Like REALLY doing, and then listening with intent and not trying to fix their situation but instead simply being an ear for them. These actions can all make a difference to people whether or not they are struggling with something major. A little kindness goes a long way.

2.  Get active and use your voice. I am not alone in my MS fight. I have great doctors, friends and family, but my need for affordable health insurance just went up 10 notches. I have a chronic disease that will be with me for the rest of my life or until we find a cure/treatment to end it. I am not the only one. Many Americans have health issues that will impact them everyday and with every bill that comes from their insurance company they swallow hard and wonder how they are going to pay to stay alive and get the medication and treatment that they need. Talk to your legislators now and during the election season, ask them what they are doing to help those with chronic diseases. How will they continue to improve our health care system and make it more affordable. And then thank them for their time and tell them I thank them for their service because I will need their care and understanding the rest of my life.

3. Show empathy daily.  Please remember that so many people are suffering from silent diseases - depression, infertility, MS, rheumatoid arthritis, diabetes - the list goes on. These are often diseases that show no outward signs, nothing that screams "Part of my body isn't working correctly! I need a little empathy right now!"  Instead they are diseases that can hide deep inside and the person simply may not always want to talk about it. So while questions such as "When are you getting married?" or "When are you having kids?" or "Why are you not working right now?" may seem simple, for many they only remind them of their silent disease and what goes with it physically, mentally and financially. I know that many people are only trying to be nice or start a conversation or get a point across, but the reality is that it can be hard on someone who is struggling and doesn't want to share the real reason.  This is mostly because the real reason might be that they feel like their body has failed them, and they cannot do all of those things right this minute. Instead they need to focus on getting back to being healthy and happy, as that is what truly matters.  A little empathy goes a long way for everyone - please notice I wrote empathy and not sympathy.  It sounds harsh but "I'm sorry" isn't going to change a diagnosis or a condition, but a "Hey, I won't flick you off because you took longer to back out than I was hoping because you might have just gotten home the hospital," works pretty good at making you feel better about things and lower your stress in that moment.  Be nice to people, you never know how their day has been or what mountains they are trying to climb.      

This is what MS looks like five days after your last steroid round.  What you can't see in this picture is my throbbing headache and lower back pain from the LP, bruises from blood draws and an IV, the lack of vision in my right eye, or the anxiety around being told you have a chronic disease.  This is what a silent disease looks like. 

One Foot in Front of the Other

So what's next for me? Well, a neurology appointment with Dr. Kahout next week and then an awesome party at the end of the month to celebrate Curtis and me. My plan is to use this blog to continue to post updates about my MS and the things I am learning along with other random ideas and rants about bikes, life and adventures. While I do not mind speaking about my MS, it is simply hard to keep certain things straight and remember what I told to whom, so my plan is to keep writing about it. So year 32 is here for me and I am ready - bring on another year of new opportunities, challenges and adventures!

I would be remiss if I didn't thank everyone who made year 31 truly one for the books! From hospital visits to trips to Minnesota and everywhere in between, I am so very, very lucky for everyone in my life. Please continue to send happy vibes my way and a text to say "Hi!" - I appreciate all of the love and even some of the hugs :D

A Medical Hawkeye

When I was in my freshman year at Waldorf College, my professor offered up some extra credit on a test, all you had to do was answer one question.  "Who is going to win the Iowa - ISU game this weekend?"  I raised my hand, "Who is Iowa and what ISU?"

The blank stares reminded me that I was now in Iowa where your loyalty matters, are you a Cyclone or a Hawkeye?  While I always avoided picking a side, after my recent experience, I think I am officially a Hawkeye, at least medically.

Last Monday, I woke up to start my new session of Couch to 5K and noticed that one of my lenses on my glasses had become pretty blurry on one side.  I shook it off and said I would clean them when I got back.  It wasn't until I got to work and looked at my screen that I realized it wasn't my glasses but instead my actual eye.  As the day went on and the blurriness didn't go away, I found myself at the eye doctor with what we thought was a small flare up with my cornea since the rest of my tests looked fine.  Fast forward three days and an eye that was getting worse, I found myself back at the eye doctor Friday morning, this time with more urgency.  Dr. Lock knew something was wrong, he just couldn't see it with his tests so it had to be in the back of my eye, not the front, so he sent me on to Wolfe Eye Clinic to see their retinal specialist and more tests.  As Curtis and I sat and waited for information, worry started to really sink in - what was causing this?  Will I get my eyesight back?  How bad is it??

When Dr. Alltman came back in and told us our next stop would be the University of Iowa Hospital for an MRI.  My optic nerve was inflamed and the MRI would be able to answer more questions as to why.  Then he said the one sentence that I had been been fearing since I started Googling my eye issues - it may be Multiple Sclerosis.  He said we would need to go to the ER and may be admitted for treatment, so we headed home and grabbed an overnight back and headed for Iowa City.

As Curtis drove, he would look over and tell me to put my phone away and to stop Googling, the answer isn't there, it is at the hospital.  So after tow hours on the road, we arrived at the ER, had the MRI, and was told once more, "It is presenting as MS," by the ER doc.  It turns out that I had a couple of dots on my MRI that could be MS or could be from migraines or something else.  Shortly after this happened, a two member team of neurology residents where at my bedside in the hall of the ER doing some additional tests.  Touching the bottom of my feet, having me squeeze their hands, poking me with this tooth pick like stick.  The doctor than said that is COULD be MS but because I wasn't presented anything other symptoms they would need to do more testing but for now I would be admitted for my Optic Neuritis which called for three rounds of IV steroids to help with the inflammation.  I also would need a spinal tap, otherwise known as a lumbar puncture, but that I could have that done the next day, for now get some sleep in my shared room on the neurology floor.

Curtis' bed for our first night

So at around 1:30 a.m. Curtis and I settled into the room, him on the chair and me in the bed, and tried to get some rest.  Later that morning, the U of Iowa of medical team came in and spoke with me as part of their morning rounds.  The two medical students looked a little more scared of me than I of them, but the head doctor, Dr. Kamholz, spoke to me with ease.  As he sat by my bed and talked to me about the tests and next step, I felt at ease.  He is based in the MS Clinic here and said if it was MS to not hit the panic button, that MS treatment is much different now than it was 20, 10, even 5 years ago.  I shook my head and felt a sense of relief.

My daily round of steroids

Much of the next three days were a blur.  I started my round of 'roids and felt my first side effects of the drug.  I had a metallic taste in my mouth for about the first hour followed by hot flashes and chills.  Beyond that, not too bad.  I didn't feel exactly like the Hulk, but I could for sure tell that something was different.  I did a round each day for the three days and watched many episodes of "Guy's Grocery Games" and HGTV shows and would try to get up and walk around during the day.  My parents made the trip down from Minnesota to be with us at the hospital.  The Heartland Inn is a wonderful partner of the U, and Curtis and them shared a room for a very reduced rate and also used their free shuttle service to get to and from the hospital.

Destiny, myself and Rachel up on the patio with our new glasses

Sarah and I

Two of my good friends, Rachel and Destiny, visited and brought some humor to lighten my mood and new glasses to help with my sight.  We explored the rooftop patio area at the hospital and talked about what would be next if it was indeed MS.

My dear friend, Sarah, and her husband, Charles, swapped out with Rachel and Destiny just as I was being wheeled off to my next MRI, now they wanted to scan the base of my neck to see if there were any lesions there (there were not - yipee!).  After the MRI, I was able to enjoy their company and the goodie bag that Sarah brought me - granola bars, gossip magazines, books and, most importantly, clean underwear.  We had packed an overnight bag, not a 3-day stay at the hospital bag!

As round three of the steroids flowed through my body, the medical team decided that three rounds would be enough - I was already getting some of my vision back and could see some colors again.  I could discharge that day but I had just one more test complete, the dreaded lumbar puncture.  Now when you are a patient at a medical college, many things have to be done by the medical students so they can "learn."  Well I helped three med students and one resident learn that they were unable to pull any spinal fluid from the giant needle they put in my lower back three times while having me bent over the table, sweating like a pig.

So the next step was to head to the LP Clinic to have it done with assistance from a machine.  This wasn't the most pleasant experience and I was very happy once it was over.  They would be testing my spinal fluid for elevated levels of something that is occurs in 95% of MS patients.  You see, MS is tricky, there isn't just one test that says you have MS, there ones that needed to me added together to equal MS - MRI + Spinal Fluid + Presenting Symptom = might be MS.

After the LP, I had to lay flat on my back for an hour to help prevent headaches for the missing spinal fluid.  Of course it was during this hour that they decided to put a catheter in the poor woman sharing the room next to me.  Needless to say that Guy Ferriri's voice was a lot louder on my TV for the next hour and my dad found a reason to escape the confines of the room for a little while.  

After my 60 minutes, they started my discharge forms and the physical therapist came in - I would be able to drive and go back to work once I felt up to it, but avoid hot showers and hot weather, as it could add to my symptoms and the same went for stress.  As I was being wheeled out into the Iowa sunshine, my head was sore and my legs a little nervous but I very much ready to be back home.  After a smooth ride back with my parents, I headed straight to my bed and was out for the night.  I was happy to be home and to be able to sleep in a quite room without any beeping machines.

My doctor says I will be just fine!

My parents left the next morning and Curtis headed into work and I was left to myself and the couch, as standing would cause pressure in my head.  The week following my hospital stay was a long and boring one, filled with many Google searches and phone calls with friends and family.  My coworkers stopped by with some food and well wishes as I laid on the floor smelling the garlicky HyVee food.  I was ready to be back to normal.

All in all, my first University of Iowa experience was a long one, and not for a reason I would have hoped I would have been there.  But none the less, I always felt that I was in wonderful care.  The doctors and nurses were warm and made me feel at ease.  I enjoyed every conversation I had with the each of the staff members and learned about where they were from, if they went to Iowa, and how long they had worked at the hospital.  So much care for a complete stranger is not something we always see, and these people made me re-believe that it was possible.  If this is what Hawkeye Nation is like, I guess I am now officially a Hawkeye.  Bring on the yellow and gold.

A Selfish Summer Remembered

I love this picture.  It was taken by Jen as I hit mile 1500 of the summer.  This memory invokes so many warm and happy thoughts, memories of endless miles of Minnesota sunshine and sweat.  Days and evenings spent doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.  It was taken the summer of 2014, my selfish summer. 

2013 had ended crummy.  No job, living in my parents' basement, leaving my friends in Iowa - basically rock bottom in my book.  Then 2014 came along and things started to look up.  A new job that gave me back my nights and weekends, new bike-loving buddies, a new apartment, new roads to bike and a new challenge: RAGBRAI.  I wanted 2014 to be the year of me, I knew that it may just be my last summer where the only person I needed to consider when making decision was me.  This concept was a little out of the normal for me, I am use to putting others before me when it comes to so many things, but that summer, well, I was ready for a change.

As the snow of winter started melting away, my focus turned to my two wheeled buddy and the adventures that awaited us.  I joined the Central Minnesota Bike Club, met my new bike buddy, Jen, and starting adding on the miles so I would feel prepared for the three days of RAGBRAI that were waiting for me at the end of July.  The summer was one of bliss, I put in over 2000 miles, met new amazing people, survived my days of RAGBRAI, completed my first century ride, and felt healthier and happier than I had in awhile.  Me, myself and my bike were some happy, happy people.  Er.  Person and bike.  You get the idea.

Then 2014 came to end, I met Curtis in 2015 and things started to change.  My bike didn't get see as many consistent miles, instead my car did during my many trips to Clear Lake to see Curtis.  My summer tan started to fad along with the strength in my legs, but for all of the things that were starting to fad, new things began to bloom.  My days with my bike turned into weekends traveling across state lines and evenings working on graduate courses at St. Cloud State University.  My life was changing and other factors made their way into my decision making, not in necessarily a bad way, simply a new way.  

Now three years, a move to Iowa, a new house, and 20 pounds later, I am finally getting back on the bike with intention.  While I may never have my selfish summer back, I am learning ways to incorporate it into my new normal.  I have come to understand that when it comes to self-care, it is truly putting your care first, especially when others rely on you.  I am learning that even having a selfish hour, night or day can help me start to feel whole again and to remind me of the sunshine and warmth of pure selfish bliss.   

Because I Can

On Friday, I became an Iowan again - new drivers license, car title and plates - and the first thing I did was walk across the Dallas County parking lot to the election office and voted. Why? Because I can. I think so many times we get so wrapped up in the election process that we forget what is at the core of it - people stepping up to help our communities grow and move forward.

Running for office is hard, it is endless hours on the phone, reading emails, answering questions and listening to others' voices. Would you give up your weekends and nights to listen to others and their concerns and challenges? When I ask friends why they run for office, I get almost the same answer every time, "Because I can."

The opportunity to make a difference comes in the smallest and simplest forms - from picking up trash left on the street, to running for city council to running for president. People do these things because they can and in honor for the ones who can't. I know I will probably never run for a election position, I don't have the thick skin for it, but for those who are on the ballot tomorrow - thank you. Thank you for taking the time and putting in the passion to help us make a difference. For those of you who have or will vote - thank you.  Thank you for your help in making difference in our communities.

And for those of you thinking about not voting, remember those who wish they could vote and can't. Think about others in countries where they are not allowed to vote on who runs their county. You can and you should make your voice heard on the local, state and national level. It is because we can, that we live in such an amazing country! Get out and vote!

Peace. Love. Iowa.

Eel Pout Festival

Well, it is happening again.  The U-Haul has been reserved, addresses updated and Kleenex boxes emptied.  I am on the move, again.  But this time is a little different, for once I am not moving for me, I am moving for us.

A few months ago, Curtis and I came to a unexpected fork in the road when it came to our original "we should live in the same state" game plan, so decisions were weighed and made and plans were changed with the hope that in the coming months Des Moines would soon be home for us both.

Curtis moved first after securing a new job in West Des Moines.  Boxes were packed, Felix the Cat found a new home (sorry, Felix!) and a lease was signed, and quickly our "normal" weekly drive of four hours was extended to almost six - us and I35 were going to continue to BBFs.

Shreddin' red in Riverton

Then, it was my turn.  I headed out into the job searching world once again, but this time with purpose.  I knew I wanted to stay in the nonprofit sector and found myself continuing to be pulled to a position where I could build relationships and connect people who want to make a difference.  After a couple of months of searching, I was offered the Director of Individual and Corporate Giving position with Orchard Place in Des Moines.

Orchard Place is a youth mental health organization that serves over 10,000 youth in Iowa annually and supports a cause very close to my heart.  In the past two years I have seen the direct impact that mental health issues can have on a family, on a parent, on a kid.  It hurts and it hurts hard and while it is not a something you talk about over dinner or hotdish, it is something that impacts so many families.  When I interviewed for the role, I knew I could do it justice because I knew what was at stake and the importance of their work.  Most importantly, I felt that I could truly make a difference.

Start of 100 miles!

As soon as I accepted the offer, tears started to flow.  I was so happy for this new position and so happy to be moving with Curtis, but yet my heart hurt.  I knew the goodbyes were soon to follow, goodbyes that I loath and can barely get through without a Kleenex in my hand.  You see, it is never truly about saying goodbye to a job or a home, it is about saying goodbye to the people.  It is the people that truly make all the difference.

During the last two years years, I have met so many amazing people and reconnected with old friends, my hometown and Central Minnesota.  By far the best relationship I was able to work on was the one with my parents, who I spent so many hours connecting with all over again.  I learned so much more about who they are now and who they were back then, and I am so proud to have them as my parents and as a source of inspiration.    

Morning kayak up north

Needless to say, the most impactful relationship that I gained while being a second-time Minnesota resident was during a pit stop while traveling through Iowa.  A pit stop that wasn't suppose to happen that night or even at that bar.  But I will forever be grateful for whomever help that pit stop happen because it was there at the OP in Clear Lake that I met Curtis and my life was changed.  After countless miles commuting between North Iowa and Central Minnesota and hours upon hours of cell phone minutes, we are standing on the edge of our next big step together, and I couldn't imagine being in this adventure with anyone else.

So here we go, back to Iowa.  I have realized that I may now hold the record for most times a person has moved to Iowa.  First one for school, second one for work, and this one time, well as corny as it sounds (get it? Corny - Iowa?!? #sorrynotsorry), this one is for love.

To my dearest Minnesota - thank you.  Thank you for the memories, the miles on the bike and that horrible lutefisk feed.  Well, maybe not the actual lutefisk, but you get the idea.  You helped me see why my childhood here was truly one of the best and why Minnesotans continue to hold a special place in my heart.   I look forward to my final week as a resident and my old familiar role as a visitor. 

Dear Iowa - you have been warned, this Minnesotan is coming back!

Central MN Bike Club

  

Joy.

Joy.  Simple pure joy.  Why do we forget so quickly how important that is?  The moment of pure bliss and happiness.  It doesn't happen all the time and many times we miss it, we forget to notice that moment, but then other times, well, we see it clear as day.  I have found one place that is consistently full of pure joy.  A place where tears of happiness flow steadily, smiles are the widest and the hugs are the most genuine, the one place where true raw emotions run fast and hard.  It is at the security doors outside of baggage claim at the MSP airport.

My friend Jen told me during my days in Alaska, that if you ever want to feel pure happiness, go to the airport.  From sadness from saying goodbye, to happiness of seeing a loved one, it all happens in this one spot.  Every Christmas I watch, "Love Actually" and adore the scenes highlighting the emotions occurring at the airport, and in all my flights this has always been the case.  Walking through those doors spur a sense of excitement, of happiness, of joy.  It was there, by baggage claim #3, outside of the security gate at the MSP Airport that I saw it,  the joy in my parents' eyes the moment saw my brother in the flesh for the first time in over a year.

As the escalator continued to its downward movement, I started scanning legs.  Too short.  Nope.  High heels.  Nope.  Winter boots, leggings.  Nope and nope.  And then they appeared - tan feet in a set of wore flip flops with a set of hairy legs attached.  Josh slowly rode the escalator down as I notified my parents of his arrival and then as they both turned around you could feel the exhale, the exhale of year's worth of concern and curiosity followed by the inhale of pure joy.  Their son was home.

The questions and hugs came fast and hard - How was the flight? Are you hungry? Aren't you cold?!?!  My brother answered them all as we worked our way out of the airport and towards the parking ramp.  It was at the ramp that reality set in - my brother had traveled for several hours in his flip flops and shorts to arrive in a state were the current temperature was a balmy 25 degrees.  As we huddled into the car, blasting the seat warmers, we continued to learn about his travels, his new love for Vietnamese coffee, and his teaching aventures in Vietnam.  As the wheels of the car turned on those chilly Minnesota roads, so did the chatter and the excitement to have our entire family in one car, in the same state, and in the same moment of joy.

As we arrived back in Royalton and unloaded our bodies and filed into our childhood home, I found myself letting it sink in.  The joy that comes from being around those who you have grown in front of, who have seen you at the your best and at your worst and still believe in you, who help you to find your breath and push on.  My family does this to greatest extent and to be surrounded by all of them only reminded me of how important family truly is in this life.  For better or worse, they are there and in their most authentic form.  There will be, and have been, days where you truly do not appreciate them, or their opinions, but they are family, so you listen.  Then there are days where you finally get it and see what they were trying to teach and share with you.  The understanding to live life to the fullest, to push yourself, to believe in yourself and to always be on the lookout for that moment of pure joy.