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John

3/28/2015

 
“I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1995 and have had to go from seeing myself as able-bodied to seeing myself as someone with a disability. I had gone to a neurologist to humor my primary care physician, who was concerned about some symptoms I was having, and I fully expected to get an all clear, but that’s not what happened. The neurologist was doing an eye test on me when the nurse stuck her head in the door. He called out to her, ‘Come here! You’ve never seen this, and this is a textbook case!’  I was sitting on the examination table with my legs dangling, not knowing what was happening or what his excitement meant. Then he explained that my eyes were not tracking together, and the next words out of his mouth were, ‘You have multiple sclerosis.’ I went into shock. I do remember his telling me that a third of people with MS do so well that no one else would even know that they have it. I thought at the time that I didn’t care for those odds. Now I would note that, if no one else knows, the person with MS certainly does.

“In MS, your immune system attacks the myelin sheath that protects your central nervous system, so that messages from the brain may not reach their destination or they may be garbled. Since gaps in the myelin sheath occur in different places for different people, the disease almost never manifests itself the same way. That’s one of the frustrating things about it: nobody can tell you what will happen or give you any kind of a timeline.

“When I was first diagnosed, I spent an inordinate amount of time feeling sorry for myself. I could have stayed in a fetal position indefinitely, and the world would have continued merrily on without noticing. I finally realized that I had a choice to make. I decided that I wanted to get back into the game. Staying in self-pity is understandable, but it won’t help you or the people around you. It’s not a place you’d want to live.

“I’m a poet, so one of the ways I deal with having MS is through poetry. I resisted writing about it at first; I didn’t want to be known as ‘the poet with MS.’ Not long after my diagnosis, however, a former professor suggested that not writing about it was a form of denial. So I decided that I needed a foil, someone to whom I could address the poems regarding MS, preferably someone who had been there. Doing this would allow me a modicum of distance. When I’d first been diagnosed and was searching for information, I had run across an encyclopedia in the medical reference section of the library. In the volume that contained the entries for ‘M’ and under the topic ‘MS’, there was a picture of a familiar-looking woman with a cello. The caption read, ‘Jacqueline du Pré, famed cellist, has found a new career as a teacher, passing on her knowledge to a new generation.’ I know the editors of this encyclopedia intended for this caption to be hopeful, but at the time I was reading it, Ms. du Pré had been dead for seven years.

“After the conversation with my former professor that day, I thought back to the moment in the library when I had seen that photograph and caption. That's when I realized that Jacqueline du Pré was the foil I had been looking for. I began to write a series of poems that is ongoing, just as dealing with the illness and the changes it has caused in my life is ongoing."

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John Reed's poetry online ---
  • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/163/5#!/20603903
  • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/163/5#!/20603901
  • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/164/2#!/20603980
  • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/170/3#!/40733861
  • http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/170/3#!/40733862
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Marquez

3/27/2015

 
"I've been trying to get my own place for a while now. I need some peace."
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Kavonta

3/27/2015

 
"My family always tells me they love me. They give me hugs and kisses and let me go to the gym with my cousins. Sometimes my mom and me go out together and exercise too. We ride our bikes, and I do jumping jacks and push-ups. My mom doesn't do them, but they're easy to me. I give my mom hugs and kisses. If I need help on something hard like my homework, my cousins and step-brother will help me. My step-brother is the tallest of all of us."
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Amanda

3/26/2015

 
"My dad is really funny. Sometimes he acts more like a playmate than a parent. He plays with my brother and me in the pool:  games like 'Marco Polo' or he'll throw us up in the air and we'll splash down. Sometimes we'll just be walking along together and he'll give us a surprise poke in the side and make us laugh. And sometimes when we're eating dinner, he leans toward us, uses a funny voice, and says (about the food): 'Do you like it? Do you looooove it? Do you want some moooooore?' and that makes us laugh too.

"It's important for a family to be mannerly but also fun. And if you're a parent, it's important not to let your child be spoiled. You should make them independent so when they grow up, they won't have to rely on you. Don't limit their choices too much. Give them some freedom."
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Megan

3/26/2015

 
"When I was a sophomore in college, my dad got sick with colon cancer. It went into remission, but then came back when I was a senior, and this time it had spread to his liver and lungs. I graduated in the spring of 2012 and was all ready to head out into the world, but he had gotten so much worse that I decided to stay home and be his full-time caregiver. I could tell he was terminal. My younger sister was away at college for her freshman year, so it was up to me. 

"My dad and I were very close. We talked about everything, about what was happening and about how he knew he was dying. I'd listen and then leave the room and cry. There were times when I couldn't do anything until I found someone I could talk to too. It was the hardest thing I've ever been through. All through that year, I took care of him. I didn't realize how worn out I was until a couple of months before he died when I finally asked for help and some other family members pitched in. I drove him to his doctor's appointments, handled his banking, gave him his medications, checked him into hospice care at the end, and then took care of selling his house after he passed away.   My dad would have done anything for my sister and me though, so this was the least I could do for him. Near the end, he thanked me for taking care of him and gave me a bracelet that I treasure. He went into hospice on the 1st of July and died on the 4th. It's been two years ago now. Of course, I wish none of this had happened and I had my dad back, but it was special to be able to walk with him through that time. I think my sister and I both learned not to take people for granted."
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Keisha

3/25/2015

 
"The best thing about being a mom is seeing change and growth in my children. We just came from Tiger Lane, where I've been teaching my son to drive. This definitely marks a big change in his life. He's 16 and excited about driving, but I'm scared. I remember the first time my mom let me drive by myself. That was before we had cell phones to keep in touch. I know she was just as scared then as I am now."
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Julia*

3/25/2015

 
“I started dancing in strip clubs when I was 18, and that's where I met a pimp. He seemed like a nice enough guy until I started working for him; that’s when I found out how violent he was. I met a trick and got hooked on ice (crystal meth), and that’s what the pimp and I fought about the most: I wanted my drugs, and he wouldn’t give them to me. We ate fast food, stayed in hotels, and had to see at least 10 tricks a day or we’d get beaten. All the money I made went to the pimp. If any of us were caught with any money, even a dollar, the pimp would have our heads. One night after I’d been with him for five months, we got into a big fight because I wanted ice, but he and his bottom bitch (second in command) were giving me spice (synthetic weed) instead so I would gain weight; I was getting too small. I told them I wanted to leave, and the bottom bitch literally beat the hell out of me. I ran out the door. I had been able to hide $100 in a cigarette case, so I got to the bus station and bought a ticket out of there. When I arrived at the bus station back home, there was a pimp waiting for me---a guy I had screwed over in the past. The pimp I’d been working for had called him and told him to find me. He snatched me from the bus station, and he and his bottom bitch held me hostage in a hotel for a week.

“I told them I was a wanted person and that if I didn’t contact someone, the authorities would be looking for me, so they let me make a phone call. That was stupid of them, but I was able to reach my mom, and she got in touch with Homeland Security. I turned a trick for $80 and bolted out of the hotel door as soon as I was done. I ran to the nearest house, the person called a taxi for me, and I got to my mom’s. 

“I was still huffing inhalants and drinking, and I needed help. Between the Homeland Security people and the facility that my mom contacted, they found a community living program for me. I remember my mom crying when we got the email that I was accepted. It was 3:42 in the afternoon. I’ll never forget that. My parents brought me to the program that weekend, and I’ve been in it for six months. I was suspicious and so scared when I first got here. I couldn’t believe people would do this for me without expecting anything back.

“I’m 20 years old, but I feel 40. My life is so different now because I have love. Real love. I don’t have to second-guess the decisions of the people who work here because they have my best interests at heart. I’m in an environment where there is no chaos, no pimps, and no hoes. My hope for the future is that someday I can give back by helping some other crazy 20 year old.”
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Sade & Donya

3/24/2015

 
Sade (right): "My cousin Donya takes up for me. Like when I lost my phone, she kept me from getting in trouble. She plays basketball with me too. She's not any good though. I can beat her."

Donya: "Sade cooks cakes and brownies for me; she likes to make sweets. She came in 2nd in the state for making a taco and smoothie for Mrs. Obama's healthy eating challenge contest. And she can sew. She made a teddy bear and a pillow. We both like to paint."
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Kevin

3/24/2015

 
"The genuineness and innocence of children is so great. We can learn a lot from them; they are so fearless. My son just met a kid from Florida right here at the park and they're already playing together. We could take a page from them. As adults, we have such filters, but kids just say what they think. Filters are good in some ways, but I think we lose a lot too."
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Mae

3/24/2015

 
“The most challenging time in my life was when I was living at home with my mom and stepfather. He was molesting me, and all five of us children were physically abused by both of them. We got daily whippings that cut into our skin and made us bleed. After years of this, I ran away and was picked up by the police. An uncle (one who had been trying to get my parents to stop the beatings) came down to the police station and told them what was going on, but I was so afraid of my mom that I denied it.

“As each of us children turned 13, my mom put us out of the house. I went to stay with my uncle. I could never focus in school. The teachers said I didn’t do anything but daydream. After the ninth grade I dropped out, ended up on drugs, and got to the point where I was tempted to slit my wrists and commit suicide. I lived on the street, doing drugs, selling my body, homeless, and suicidal until six months ago when I saw a brochure about a community living program, called, and was accepted.

“My life has changed tremendously since that time. I still have struggles, but I have my sanity back. I’m learning how to live again, but in a different way than I ever have. When I feel like giving up, I talk to a staff member or one of my peers. I have hope that I can hold on to now, hope to get me through.”

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