Now that I had a diagnosis of Polymyositis, my doctors had something to work towards--there were treatments available. I was placed on 50 mg of prednisone a day and was to have lab work done every two weeks to check my CPK levels. The goal was for the prednisone to decrease my CPK levels and then tapper me off the prednisone.
My seventeenth birthday came and went during February of 1998 and my muscles seemed to grow weaker. I was still having great difficulty rising from a standard height chair. I would have to place my hands on the seat of the chair and push my body up because my legs alone were not strong enough. I had to preplan my day in my head so I didn't encounter too many obstacles. My high school had 4 or 5 steps out front and a sloped grassy lawn off to the side. Instead of struggling with the steps, I would walk at an angle up the sloped side yard. By doing this, I drew less attention to myself. I still tried my hardest to fit in like a normal teenager even though inside I knew my life was anything but normal.
One day, I remember coming down the steps from my Ecology class. As I was stepping off the very last step onto the first floor hallway, my knee gave out and I fell to the floor. Books, papers, pens and pencils went everywhere. I was wearing a jean skirt with tights and a white tank top with a beige cardigan that tied in a bow at top. There I laid arms and legs everywhere all sprawled out on the floor; I was beyond embarrassed. How could this be happening to me? Thankfully, I was given a key to the elevator so I wouldn't have to struggle with the steps at school anymore and hopefully avoid any future falls.
My lab work and my decreased strength showed that the prednisone was not helping. Despite being on 50 mg of prednisone a day, my CPK count continued to stay around 10,000-11,000. In March of 1998, I was bumped up to 70 mg of prednisone a day.
In the meantime, my mother arranged for me to see a rheumatologist at Vanderbilt in Nashville during April 1998. Dr. Nancy Olsen reviewed my medical files and decided that I need to add methotrexate (7.5 mg weekly) and folic acid (1mg daily) to my list of meds. She also suggested that I have an MRI so we would have a baseline to be used for comparison to document the progression of the disease.
Like a good little patient, I immediately begin the new drug regimen that was suggested by Dr. Olsen. Surely my physical condition was about to starting getting better. My life couldn't go on like this forever…..could it?
I had friends and family that were there for me but I very rarely shared my feelings with them. I backed myself into a corner where I was all alone. In my mind, how could anyone understand what I was going through when I didn't really understand it. I promise this wasn't how I had envisioned my teenage years going.
(Below is a little extra information about the medical terms used….I didn't know what most of them meant at the time.)
CPK (creatine phosphokinase) is an enzyme expressed by various tissues and cell types. Normal CPK values range for 60 to 400. Elevated CPK levels can be an indicator to several different issues, one being muscle damage.
Folic acid is a water-soluble B vitamin and is needed for the proper development of the human body. It is involved in producing the genetic material called DNA and in numerous other bodily functions. (Web MD)
Methotrexate was originally designed as a chemotherapy drug (in high doses), in low doses methotrexate is a generally safe and well tolerated drug in the treatment of certain autoimmune diseases. The side affects are too long to list and range from diarrhea to death. (Medline Plus and Wikipedia)
Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) is a medical imaging technique used in radiology to investigate the anatomy and function of the body in both health and disease. MRI scanners use strong magnetic fields and radio waves to form images of the body. The technique is widely used in hospitals for medical diagnosis, staging of disease and for follow-up without exposure to ionizing radiation. (Wikipedia)
Prednisone is a synthetic corticosteroid drug that is particularly effective as an immunosuppressant drug. It is used to treat certain inflammatory diseases (such as moderate allergic reactions) and (at higher doses) some types of cancer, but has significant adverse effects. Because it suppresses the Immune system, it leaves patients more susceptible to infections. (Wikipedia)
Polymyositis is a persistent inflammatory muscle disease that causes weakness of the skeletal muscles, which control movement. Medically, polymyositis is classified as a chronic inflammatory myopathy-one of only three such diseases. Polymyositis can occur at any age, but mostly affects adults in their 30's, 40's, or 50's. It's more common in blacks than in whites, and women are affected more often than men are. Polymyositis signs and symptoms usually develop gradually over weeks or months. (Mayo Clinic)
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
My Story The Beginning Part Five
The surgery day stress had brought up a lot of issues and feelings I hadn't thought about. Worrying about the future wasn't something that I wanted to do. I just wanted to be a normal teenage with no worries. So that was what I made my week of recovery about, being a normal teenager. I got to sleep in late, I had a huge fight with my stepmother, I hung out with friends that I didn't normally see because they went to a different school and I just tried to relax.
I realized as soon as the muscle biopsy results came in my life would change. At that point, I would either have a diagnosis or the probing and testing would continue. I knew if I had a diagnosis, then I would forever be 'labeled' and I didn't like the thoughts of that. But I definitely was not enjoying all the tests the doctors were ordering either. Really, I hoped I would wake up and have the last several months just be a dream. Of course that didn't happen.
I only got three days of relaxing before Dr. Brackett called. My results from the muscle biopsy were in from Dr. Odum. It was time for another doctor's appointment.
On Friday, January 30, 1998 my parents and I were in Dr. Brackett's waiting room. Dr. Brackett was a rheumatologist practicing with Arthritis Associates. We were by far the most youthful group in the entire waiting room. Most everyone had a head full of grey hair and some sort of assistance device to aid in their walking. I remember feeling so out of place. I was a 16 year old girl. What was I doing in this waiting room?
Once I was called back, my parents and I waited for Dr. Brackett in a small exam room. My parents had been divorced for a little over four years. I was glad they were able to come together for me. I know it had to be awkward for them to sit in that tiny room with me but I was so glad they were both there. As a way to lighten the mood, my dad was checking out everything in the room. He opened all the drawers, touched everything on the counter, and played with the instruments hanging on the wall. I told him I didn't think we were allowed to mess with all that stuff (even though he was doing a great job distracting me). My dad said that we were helping pay for it with our visit so he thought it was okay for us to touch everything. I had to laugh at his reasoning.
When Dr. Brackett came in the room, the mood changed. We all held our breath and waited for the results. He reviewed with us that my EMG was consistent with myopathy of the upper and lower extremities, my most recent CPK levels were 12,000, and my muscle biopsy was consistent with inflammatory myopathy. Dr. Brackett and Dr. Odum's impression was that I had Polymyositis. I had no clue what that was but it didn't sound good. Tears streamed down my face. I didn't know what all this would mean for my life and my future.
Dr. Brackett suggested we start with treatment immediately. I was to take 50 mg of prednisone everyday. I need to be on birth control and 1,200 mg of Caltrate-D. I would return in one month. Suddenly, everything was going so fast. We had answers but didn't really know what they all meant.
By the time I left his office, my head was swimming. Polymyositis and prednisone. I knew nothing about those things but they were about to take over my life. We were given pamphlets about each to read up on. I just wanted to run and hide. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.
(Below is a little extra info on prednisone and polymyositis….these terms were foreign to me at the time.)
Prednisone is a synthetic corticosteroid drug that is particularly effective as an immunosuppressant drug. It is used to treat certain inflammatory diseases (such as moderate allergic reactions) and (at higher doses) some types of cancer, but has significant adverse effects. Because it suppresses the Immune system, it leaves patients more susceptible to infections. (Wikipedia)
Polymyositis is a persistent inflammatory muscle disease that causes weakness of the skeletal muscles, which control movement. Medically, polymyositis is classified as a chronic inflammatory myopathy-one of only three such diseases. Polymyositis can occur at any age, but mostly affects adults in their 30's, 40's, or 50's. It's more common in blacks than in whites, and women are affected more often than men are. Polymyositis signs and symptoms usually develop gradually over weeks or months. (Mayo Clinic)
I realized as soon as the muscle biopsy results came in my life would change. At that point, I would either have a diagnosis or the probing and testing would continue. I knew if I had a diagnosis, then I would forever be 'labeled' and I didn't like the thoughts of that. But I definitely was not enjoying all the tests the doctors were ordering either. Really, I hoped I would wake up and have the last several months just be a dream. Of course that didn't happen.
I only got three days of relaxing before Dr. Brackett called. My results from the muscle biopsy were in from Dr. Odum. It was time for another doctor's appointment.
On Friday, January 30, 1998 my parents and I were in Dr. Brackett's waiting room. Dr. Brackett was a rheumatologist practicing with Arthritis Associates. We were by far the most youthful group in the entire waiting room. Most everyone had a head full of grey hair and some sort of assistance device to aid in their walking. I remember feeling so out of place. I was a 16 year old girl. What was I doing in this waiting room?
Once I was called back, my parents and I waited for Dr. Brackett in a small exam room. My parents had been divorced for a little over four years. I was glad they were able to come together for me. I know it had to be awkward for them to sit in that tiny room with me but I was so glad they were both there. As a way to lighten the mood, my dad was checking out everything in the room. He opened all the drawers, touched everything on the counter, and played with the instruments hanging on the wall. I told him I didn't think we were allowed to mess with all that stuff (even though he was doing a great job distracting me). My dad said that we were helping pay for it with our visit so he thought it was okay for us to touch everything. I had to laugh at his reasoning.
When Dr. Brackett came in the room, the mood changed. We all held our breath and waited for the results. He reviewed with us that my EMG was consistent with myopathy of the upper and lower extremities, my most recent CPK levels were 12,000, and my muscle biopsy was consistent with inflammatory myopathy. Dr. Brackett and Dr. Odum's impression was that I had Polymyositis. I had no clue what that was but it didn't sound good. Tears streamed down my face. I didn't know what all this would mean for my life and my future.
Dr. Brackett suggested we start with treatment immediately. I was to take 50 mg of prednisone everyday. I need to be on birth control and 1,200 mg of Caltrate-D. I would return in one month. Suddenly, everything was going so fast. We had answers but didn't really know what they all meant.
By the time I left his office, my head was swimming. Polymyositis and prednisone. I knew nothing about those things but they were about to take over my life. We were given pamphlets about each to read up on. I just wanted to run and hide. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.
(Below is a little extra info on prednisone and polymyositis….these terms were foreign to me at the time.)
Prednisone is a synthetic corticosteroid drug that is particularly effective as an immunosuppressant drug. It is used to treat certain inflammatory diseases (such as moderate allergic reactions) and (at higher doses) some types of cancer, but has significant adverse effects. Because it suppresses the Immune system, it leaves patients more susceptible to infections. (Wikipedia)
Polymyositis is a persistent inflammatory muscle disease that causes weakness of the skeletal muscles, which control movement. Medically, polymyositis is classified as a chronic inflammatory myopathy-one of only three such diseases. Polymyositis can occur at any age, but mostly affects adults in their 30's, 40's, or 50's. It's more common in blacks than in whites, and women are affected more often than men are. Polymyositis signs and symptoms usually develop gradually over weeks or months. (Mayo Clinic)
Friday, January 10, 2014
Amanda Patterson Szidiropulosz Nominee #2
Amanda Patterson Szidiropulosz
I am so excited to announce my second nominee, Amanda Patterson Szidiropulosz. Amanda was nominated almost instantly after I posted I would be featuring Tennesseans that also happen to use wheelchairs. And I love that I have a personal connection with Amanda. She and I both attended physical therapy at the Cleveland, Tennessee Benchmark Physical Therapy. I think we can both say that not only did we receive the best treatment but also gained many dear friendships from our time at Benchmark.
Physical therapist Jeannette (Beach) Davis nominated Amanda and has nothing but wonderful things to say about her.
"What stands out about her is that when I think of Amanda I don't think of a woman with a disability. She has never let her medical condition define her although she has lived with it all her life. If you think about Amanda you think of a beautiful, young, vibrant married woman with a very busy schedule! Running a household, fitting in vacations, time with her sweet husband, hosting parties, visiting with friends, full time teaching in a profession she loves, giving music lessons and going to school. I think she is an amazing example to her school and private students who will never doubt the "ability" of a person who just happens to be in a wheelchair. I guess I see Amanda's wheelchair as more of an accessory then a limitation; she gets around in a wheelchair, I wear glasses, neither defines us, they just make it easier for us to do the work God put us here to do."
Often in our day to day activities, we don't always tell someone what they mean to us or how they touch our lives. I have reached out to several people close to Amanda so they could share a few words about Amanda and what she means to them.
Amanda's therapist Dana Slack grew to become a dear friend and wanted to share a few words about Amanda.
"When I think of Amanda, I do not think of her as someone with a disability. I think of her as someone who is intelligent, caring, independent, an amazing teacher, a hard worker, and a devoted friend. She is a true example of a strong woman who has not let a wheelchair stop her from anything. Amanda is an inspiration to everyone around her, especially the young lives she touches everyday. Her life does not revolve around her disability. She does not use her wheelchair as an excuse. It is merely her means of getting around while she is busy being a wife, teacher, daughter, sister, aunt, and friend."
Collectively, Amanda's mom (Sherry Patterson) and her two sisters (Carissa Benton and Melissa Young) wanted to share some of their thoughts on what an outstanding individual Amanda is.
"Amanda was two when she was diagnosed with Congenital Scoliosis and Spina Bifida. However, neither she nor our parents would allow this diagnosis to shape her life. Rather, Amanda became the type of person who turned her disabilities into abilities. From leg braces, back braces, crutches, and now her wheelchair, Amanda has always persevered and inspired.
And last but not least, a few words from Amanda's husband, Damian.
"What stands out about her is that when I think of Amanda I don't think of a woman with a disability. She has never let her medical condition define her although she has lived with it all her life. If you think about Amanda you think of a beautiful, young, vibrant married woman with a very busy schedule! Running a household, fitting in vacations, time with her sweet husband, hosting parties, visiting with friends, full time teaching in a profession she loves, giving music lessons and going to school. I think she is an amazing example to her school and private students who will never doubt the "ability" of a person who just happens to be in a wheelchair. I guess I see Amanda's wheelchair as more of an accessory then a limitation; she gets around in a wheelchair, I wear glasses, neither defines us, they just make it easier for us to do the work God put us here to do."
Often in our day to day activities, we don't always tell someone what they mean to us or how they touch our lives. I have reached out to several people close to Amanda so they could share a few words about Amanda and what she means to them.
Amanda's therapist Dana Slack grew to become a dear friend and wanted to share a few words about Amanda.
"When I think of Amanda, I do not think of her as someone with a disability. I think of her as someone who is intelligent, caring, independent, an amazing teacher, a hard worker, and a devoted friend. She is a true example of a strong woman who has not let a wheelchair stop her from anything. Amanda is an inspiration to everyone around her, especially the young lives she touches everyday. Her life does not revolve around her disability. She does not use her wheelchair as an excuse. It is merely her means of getting around while she is busy being a wife, teacher, daughter, sister, aunt, and friend."
"Amanda was two when she was diagnosed with Congenital Scoliosis and Spina Bifida. However, neither she nor our parents would allow this diagnosis to shape her life. Rather, Amanda became the type of person who turned her disabilities into abilities. From leg braces, back braces, crutches, and now her wheelchair, Amanda has always persevered and inspired.
Throughout her life, she has never
allowed setbacks to cause her to give up on a dream. She loved basketball, but was unable to play. So, she contributed to the team by
being a stat keeper. She was able
to participate in marching band thanks to the guidance of her mentor, Scott Lee. Mr. Lee encouraged her to pursue her
love of music by seeking her Music Education degree. Amanda has since taught both high school marching and
concert band and now teaches elementary music. In her elementary music class, she has even
taught her students that anyone can dance, even if you are in a wheelchair (or walking
chair as her nephew calls it).
Amanda has provided numerous
opportunities for her students to dream big. Her elementary choir performs throughout the local
community. She takes them to
Dollywood to compete against other choirs. Her students were even invited to participate in a
Disney workshop where they performed onstage at Walt Disney World.
Our family couldn’t be more proud
of Amanda. She works hard every
day of her life, never gives up, and never complains. If our society had more people like Amanda, America would be
unstoppable."
And last but not least, a few words from Amanda's husband, Damian.
"As for me, I'm not sure where to even start. Amanda is just an inspiration. She has an unstoppable positive attitude, humor, grit and some serious organizational skills when it comes to children! She was on crutches when we met and not long after that she had a surgery that left her confined to a wheelchair. Actually, she was unable to even roll over in bed without help when she came home from the hospital. Despite her condition, she managed to roll up her sleeves and work hard to get as mobile as she is today. It took a while but she never complained and she is always a happy and vibrant person with a magnetic personality. She's always laughing and has me in stitches.
I mentioned grit partly because she deals with bad spasticity that medicine can't always relieve, but also because of an experience she had at the hospital. She was in the ICU and just got out of her second surgery. She refused to take the morphine because she knew how addictive it can be and was afraid of adding that kind of complication to her life. The nurse wound up having to press the pump for her!
Lastly, she not only teaches every child at Charleston Elementary school as a music teacher, but she directs a choir of over 50 students and teaches piano/voice out of our home. I have a hard time keeping up! Whenever I have a hard day I always think to myself "I need to stop being a wimp, Amanda could handle a day like this in her sleep!"
She is one of a kind and a never ending source of joy and inspiration."
Amanda describes herself as caring, giving, dedicated, funny, thoughtful, and creative. I can personally vouch for the creative part as I have seen some of her creations on Facebook. If you see Amanda quickly rolling somewhere, it's probably because she has spotted a clown. She really, really hates clowns. Amanda shares that we just wrapped up her favorite part of the, Christmas. She loves Christmas and has so many Christmas ornaments that she has to rotate them out from year to year. (Since she's so creative, I bet she has made some of the ornaments herself.)
Family is very important to Amanda. She has been married for 8 years to Damian, 'the most wonderful husband on the planet'! (Totally her words and not mine.) Together, Damian and Amanda have two furry children. Ella and Dexter are Maine Coon cats. If you have never seen Maine Coons, they are BIG and probably eat as much as a small child.
Amanda grew up in Charleston, Tennessee and her parents still live there. Amanda is the oldest of three girls and all three of them are teachers! Her middle sister Carissa is a librarian at Roy Waldron Elementary and her youngest sister Melissa is a Kindergarten teacher at Lavergne Lake Elementary. Thanks to her sisters, Amanda is an aunt to three wonderful nephews. She proudly states that she loves to spoil them rotten. My guess is that Ben, Will, and Charlie love being spoiled by their Aunt Amanda! Even though her sisters live hours away, they are still a very tight knit family.
Education is very important to Amanda. Once she graduated from Charleston High School in 1992, she was off to Middle Tennessee State University. Amanda graduated in December of 1996 with a Bachelor in Music Education. From there, she went on to receive her Masters in Technology in Teaching from Walden University in 2010. Personally, I can't wait to call her DOCTOR one day!! Amanda has completed her Doctorate in Teacher Leadership work through Walden University. She is currently at the project phase, but decided to take some time off. Amanda plans to finish her Doctorate in the near future.
It is no surprise with Amanda's love for education that she is teacher. Amanda is in her sixteenth year of teaching music. She spent her first three years as a band director/music education teacher. The last thirteen years Amanda has been a K-5 teacher/choir director. Outside of the classroom, Amanda has a studio of private piano students.
In her spare time (and I don't really see how she has much of that), Amanda enjoys giving back to her community. She has done several community service projects with her school, such as; Operation Christmas Child, collecting food for Share Your Christmas, and distributing Christmas cards to the elderly during the Choir Christmas Tour. Several years ago, Amanda partnered with her best friend's husband, who was serving in Iraq at the time, to bring joy to children over seas. Amanda helped to collect over 400 pounds of stuffed animals and candy to send to the children in a village he (her best friend's husband) was patrolling in Iraq.
As you can tell, Amanda works A LOT!! When she's not working, Amanda loves to catch up on her favorite TV shows, read, write, and work on craft projects. Amanda and her husband also love to go to music concerts. She says one perk of being in a wheelchair is you get great concert seats (I have to agree with that…..take the perks where you can get them!). I love that Amanda always looks at the positive things in life!
There is one question that is always asked of individuals in wheelchairs. Some people just can't help it. After all it is human nature to be curious. People that don't know Amanda personally probably want to know why. Why does Amanda need to use a wheelchair? Before I tell you, I would like to provide you with a little 'wheelchair etiquette'. If you run across someone out and about that uses a wheelchair, please don't ask them 'What's wrong with you?'. I know most all of you are thinking 'I would never do that'. Well, let me tell you, you would be surprised at the number of people that think it is an okay question to ask. I get it AT LEAST once a week. Let me assure you, there is nothing 'wrong' with someone that uses a wheelchair. I promise we are exactlly the way God intended us to be.
Amanda says that one of her biggest challenges is being independent. She depends on her husband for a lot of every day tasks. Because Amanda has steel rods in her back, she cannot bend anywhere except her waist and this really hinders her mobility. Amanda's current goal is to overcome some of these dependency issues and to be able to do more for herself. I think independence is a common challenge for anyone with a disability. I know I want to do as much as I can with as little help as I can get away with.
Sometimes the general population has misconceptions about people who use wheelchairs. Amanda says she wishes she could stick to just one misconception that people have but there are so many! One thing that irritates her is when people sometimes assume that because you are physically challenged, you are mentally challenged as well. Amanda has had people come up to her and speak loudly and very slowly, which she finds insulting. Another misconception is that being in a wheelchair is fun. People sometimes tend to not consider all the obstacles individuals in wheelchairs face. The final misconception that bothers Amanda is that people assume that if you are in a wheelchair, you are on disability and do not work. Amanda has a great education and goes to work everyday. She loves her job and will continue to work until she can't work anymore.
I asked Amanda where she saw herself in 5 years. Her response was that she would still be teaching children to love music. Amanda also says that she will continue to show the children she teaches that there are no limits to what you can achieve in life!
I whole heartedly agree!! It has been an honor to feature Amanda as a nominee. Personally, I think everyone reading this should come support Amanda in the Ms Wheelchair Tennessee 2014 pageant. Amanda is going to make a fabulous contestant!!
Amanda, thank you for being an amazing inspiration for all the children you teach.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Back to My Story
Part of my platform was to share my story about life with a disability. I started by telling about my childhood and sharing pictures of my family. I enjoyed looking back at my carefree days as a child and remembering the family unit I came from. Next, I shared about when I first starting noticing problems. I had a hard time climbing steps and walking long distances. This lead to me sharing about several doctor's visits that began a series of tests and my first muscle biopsy.
And then I stopped. I completely quit sharing my story. There have been countless people who have asked when the next blog post would be. People are really interested in hearing my story and I stopped. I just stopped telling it. I would blame my busy schedule or come up with some other excuse as to why I hadn't written anymore.
In the beginning, I think I really believed those excuses. I just had too much going on or so I told myself. As the weeks turned into months, I knew there was more to it. The deeper I dug into my medical records, the harder it was to relive those years of my life.
I am not an emotional person. I don't like to cry. While pouring over my medical records so I could provided the most detailed and accurate information for my blog, there would be tears streaming down my face.
So I stopped. I made excuses. I put my medical files aside and said I was too busy to write blogs about my life with a disability. When really, I didn't want to relive those hard moments in my life. I didn't want to remember all the things that I used to be able to do and I can no longer do.
I never realized all the emotional baggage I would have to unpack in order to share my story. I thought it would be easy to tell. I lived it, so how hard could it be to share it with others? Much harder than I ever imagined.
One thing I am not is a quitter, so easy or not, I have a story to tell. I have drawn people into my life story and I owe them more than just the beginning to that story. I owe them the entire story.
If you have been here since the beginning of my blog, thanks for hanging in. If you have just started following my blog, thanks for coming. I hope you take the time to look back to the beginning of my journey.
I plan to continue and finish my story. I hope you enjoy. :-)
And then I stopped. I completely quit sharing my story. There have been countless people who have asked when the next blog post would be. People are really interested in hearing my story and I stopped. I just stopped telling it. I would blame my busy schedule or come up with some other excuse as to why I hadn't written anymore.
In the beginning, I think I really believed those excuses. I just had too much going on or so I told myself. As the weeks turned into months, I knew there was more to it. The deeper I dug into my medical records, the harder it was to relive those years of my life.
I am not an emotional person. I don't like to cry. While pouring over my medical records so I could provided the most detailed and accurate information for my blog, there would be tears streaming down my face.
So I stopped. I made excuses. I put my medical files aside and said I was too busy to write blogs about my life with a disability. When really, I didn't want to relive those hard moments in my life. I didn't want to remember all the things that I used to be able to do and I can no longer do.
I never realized all the emotional baggage I would have to unpack in order to share my story. I thought it would be easy to tell. I lived it, so how hard could it be to share it with others? Much harder than I ever imagined.
One thing I am not is a quitter, so easy or not, I have a story to tell. I have drawn people into my life story and I owe them more than just the beginning to that story. I owe them the entire story.
If you have been here since the beginning of my blog, thanks for hanging in. If you have just started following my blog, thanks for coming. I hope you take the time to look back to the beginning of my journey.
I plan to continue and finish my story. I hope you enjoy. :-)
Monday, December 9, 2013
Ms Wheelchair Tennessee 2014
The Ms Wheelchair Tennessee organization is searching for the next
Ms Wheelchair Tennessee!!
It could be you or someone you know!!
Are you1) a U. S. Citizen?
2) a woman between the ages of 21-60? (Junior MWTN ages 13-20, Little MWTN ages 6-12)
3) a wheelchair user for 100% of activities performed outside your home?
4) a resident of Tennessee for the last six months before the competition?
5) able to travel throughout Tennessee and to the national Ms Wheelchair America Pageant?
If you answered yes to those 5 questions then we need YOU!! That's right, YOU!!
Don't waste anytime, start on your application TODAY! Just follow this link and you will be on your way to possibly being the next Ms Wheelchair Tennessee.
Do you know someone that is qualified to be the next Ms Wheelchair Tennessee? Then we need you to nominate them!! Follow this link to nominate someone for the pageant. Nominate a Contestant.
The 2014 Pageant will be March 22, 2014
in Knoxville, Tennessee
at the Crowne Plaza Hotel.
Deadline to sign up is January 15, 2014.
Even though contestants are showcased in a pageant format, the Ms Wheelchair Tennessee pageant is not a beauty contest. It is a competition to choose the most accomplished and articulate spokeswoman for people with disabilities across Tennessee.
Each contestant will take part in a day long event which includes workshops and several rounds of interviews by a panel of judges. The day concludes with a ceremony to feature each contestant and to crown the new Ms Wheelchair Tennessee, Junior Miss Wheelchair Tennessee and Little Miss Wheelchair Tennessee
I promise whether you leave with or without a crown, this experience is one you will carry with you forever. And, if you don't leave with a crown you can come back and compete again!
If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me by email at mwtn2013BlissWelch@gmail.com. I have throughly enjoyed my time as Ms Wheelchair Tennessee and will forever be apart of the Ms Wheelchair Tennessee organization.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
What It's All About
Since returning home from the Ms. Wheelchair America pageant this summer, I have stayed in contact with one very special lady who lead several workshops during the week long pageant. Ann Eubanks lives in Nashville, TN and works with Users First (A program of United Spinal Association).
In just a few short months, Ann has helped me with several issues. The most important one was putting me in touch with someone at Permobil who could assist with modifications to allow me to be more independent in my new power chair.
After retuning home from the pageant, Ann wrote a beautiful blog about the pageant. I encourage you to take a few moments to read it. Ann was really able to put into words what this pageant is really all about.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
East Hamilton Welcomes MWA Jenny Adams
I found out in October that MWA Jenny Adams was going to be in Huntsville, AL the first week of November. I immediately wanted to plan something for her to do in my hometown. She couldn't be this close to Chattanooga and not come for a visit.
I instantly thought that my sister could help. She is a teacher at East Hamilton Middle/High School, the largest school in Hamilton county. Michelle arranged for Jenny to speak to the ENTIRE middle school. We are talking one thousand plus students. What an awesome opportunity!!
The week before Jenny was to arrive, she called me in a panic. There was an issue with her transportation to Chattanooga and she now had no way to get here!! I have been working with Jeromy at Mobility Works in Chattanooga about acquiring my own transportation. I knew if anyone could help last minute, Jeromy could.
I called Jeromy and explained the situation to him. Without hesitation, he said no problem I will send my driver Steve to pick her up in Huntsville and bring her to Chattanooga....and all at NO CHARGE!!! I was so excited I could have done cartwheels across the floor (well, not really, but you get the point).
Just as promised Steve picked Jenny and Carmen up this morning in Huntsville and dropped them off at East Hamilton.
We started off with a tour of the school given by three high school students. East Hamilton is HUGE and super nice. We toured the middle and high school, looked in on the media center (it was called the library back in my day) and the band room and stopped to chat with the choir class.
We finished up back at Michelle's room for lunch. Her and Margay fixed all kinds of homemade yummies for us. Michelle thought of everything. The table was decorated in red, white, and blue for Ms Wheelchair America. Michelle tried to get some rhododendrons (Washington's state flower) for the table but since they weren't in season, Margay was out late one night with a flashlight gathering pine cones. Jenny and Carmen went home with a bag of Moonpies since they are made locally here in Chattanooga. There was also a pic of Jenny and me from the MWA pageant. Jenny and Carmen really enjoyed our southern hospitality. (I told you Michelle thought of everything!!)
After lunch, Jenny went downstairs for a special visit with the CDC kids. They thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Jenny. Michelle and I headed to the gym to finalize all the details for Jenny's speech with the middle school students.
At one o'clock, the kids began pouring into the gym. They kept coming and coming!! I was so proud of my home town and my sister and her school for so graciously hosting MWA. I knew what a positive impact Jenny would have on these kids. I was blown away when the PTA president came in with a gift and a donation check for Jenny and the Ms Wheelchair America organization. So thoughtful!!
Jenny's presentation was absolutely wonderful! She shared her life story with the students and told about all the struggles and triumphs she has endured along the way. Jenny spoke about what a great experience elementary school was for her. She also shared that the same was not true for her middle and high school years. Other kids picked on her and spoke unkind words to her. As hard as these years were for her, she has had much better years since high school. College was a fabulous experience where the other students embraced and encouraged her.
Jenny told the students at East Hamilton that words have power. I hope each student was able to walk away from today knowing that their words could build someone up or tear someone down. I think Jenny made them realize the right choice is to use your words to build someone up. After the program, everyone wanted to have their picture made with Ms Wheelchair America.
Thank you so much East Hamilton for welcoming my friend Jenny Adams, Ms Wheelchair America!! Thank you Jenny for coming back to Chattanooga!! Thank you my sweet sister, Michelle Bettis for making today happen!! Thank you Margay McGee for helping with all the details today!! Thank you so much Jeromy and Steve from Mobility Works for getting Jenny from Huntsville to Chattanooga and back to Huntsville!!
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