It’s been a minute. Covid happened and I shut down. But now I’m back. From outer space. I still have Multiple Sclerosis. I’d rather have None Sclerosis, Please.

I still have no idea what I am doing here. I just knew it was time to move away from Modified Motherhood and start a new book. A sequel, if you will. So, Ms. Modified was born.

Before you even think it, I know the golden age of the personal blog is gone. Though, is it really? A quick search on any topic will reveal any number of blog-type sites, personal experience and opinions, and information being shared. So I am adding to the cacophony that is the internet once more.

What do I know? All I know is…

1. That I don’t know nothing. And if you know that, you are my new bestie. Pull up a chair.
2. I was diagnosed, finally!, with MS in November of 2019, after quite a few misdiagnosis, including GBS, which I laughed over it not being… imagine being *relieved* it’s multiple sclerosis! I made them tell me the day before my birthday, but like so many other attempts to control the when, it didn’t matter in the end. So even though I’ve had MS for not even two full years officially since 2019, I’ve had MS for an unknown number of years. I’ll get into that eventually. Feel free to AMA!
3. I have a small alphabet full of other health issues. We did not win the Genetic Lottery in this family. I am well-versed in Fibro, EDS, POTS, MCAS, ADHD, Autism, gifted (read: ridiculously smart, exceptionally unmotivated) children, and a bunch of other stuff, but mostly those. So. Many. Comorbidities.
4. I have given birth to three amazing human beings, and helped to raise two others. My blogging has always been parenting-based, but since “the baby” is 16 nearly 19 (at the time of the most recent edit), I needed to move away from that angle. ModifiedMotherhood will stay up as an archive, but it will not have new posts.
5. I cannot stay on topic to save my life. I will likely gab about everything from (stolen from my insta) #Tattoos to #Parenting to being an armchair #Activist to #Autism to #BuJo to #EDS to #Fitness to (obv) #MS to my deep-seated need to live the #VanLife (drmr!) and legit, I am so very, very #WYSIWYG. You know how they say “when people tell you who they are, listen”? That’s me. I will tell you who I am and what I can and cannot do and What You See Is What You Get from me 100% of the time. Also, I curse. A lot.

I have always been Punk Rock, before I knew wtf that was. My hair has been bright red & copper more often than not for the last 20 years. I love tattoos. I love what piercings I have left. I am trying to stop relating everything to parenting, especially since my grown children don’t need parenting so much anymore as much as they need an older adultier friend who has been there, done that at this point in their lives. I mean, I have an adultier friend, and she is the best. See, I can’t not mom/relate something to being a mom. I am a work in progress.

I suspect this will get revised a billion times. It’s already been revised five six seven times. A billion seems like a legit goal.

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