As a child, I believed in Santa for, well, a little longer than I should’ve.
In my defense, when I was young (1st grade I believe), Santa called me and said that if I wasnt good (and I had been very bad that evening), he wasnt going to make a visit. I definitely shaped up that year and sure enough, he came.
Writing my Christmas lists were a very detailed process. I took great care into asking what I wanted for and Christmas morning came and my list would be there under the tree. Even things I didnt write on my list but had said I had wanted were there. Which convinced me he had elves everywhere.
Further evidence: we’d leave carrots out for the reindeer and sure enough, the next morning, they would’ve been reindeered chewed on.
As I grew, I started to realize that the tooth fairy, the Easter Bunny…they were indeed fictitious and my parents.
But Santa had to be true.
My little analytical mind went through all the reasons. And while I wouldnt be able to name all those reasons today, they were enough to keep me believing. A part of me was also scared that if I didnt believe, I might not get what I wanted (thats what everyone said at least!!!).
Well, one fatal day, I was taken aside by my mother, who expressed with deep sorrow that unfortunately, this year the family wouldnt be able to afford a keyboard. I believe we were in the process of moving (or considering moving) and she was going through all the reasons why I wouldnt get this #1 thing on my Christmas list.
I held it together but my head was spinning.
First, how did mom know my #1 thing on my Christmas list? That was sealed and sent to the North Pole! And what do you mean you cant afford it? Santa can afford anything!
Then vowing to never tell anyone that I believed for that long (obviously it eventually came out).
I guess one of the main reasons why I liked the idea of Santa was because you could write a list of your desires and then one magically day, Jesus’ birthday in fact, they would be under your beautiful Christmas tree.
So with that thought, I’d like to ask you a favor. I’d like you to be my Santa. And to help with my Christmas list.
Its very simple, only one wish.
My Christmas List:
1. Hope for those with Multiple Sclerosis.
Within this one wish, there are a few bullet points:
- additional research on the causes
- relief for patients
- hope for the spirits of all MS Sparklers
- specifically for myself that I can respond to a medicine and get this awful disease on a tame track
- most importantly: to find a cure.
How can you help with this Christmas wish?
Some easy steps:
1. If you know someone with MS, send them an extra note saying you are hoping for them, hoping for MS. You have no idea of the effect this can have on someone who has MS.
2. Donate to the Multiple Sclerosis Society: http://www.nationalmssociety.org/
3. Share and help create MS Awareness. Share my story, share others stories; all of it is greater awareness, which leads to great chances of everything.
4. People always say they wish they could “do more”. I will give specific instructions: when you are thinking of a person who is sick, send them a text. Send a prayer. Send good vibes. Again, it helps more than you know.
The hardest thing with having MS (and I know this is a common theme with many other MS sparklers) is the incurable factor.
To have a disease that has no hope of going away is a challenge to live with everyday.
For me, its extremely challenging, to be 26 and know that at any moment, I could have another relapse. That I will be on medications in order to live until further notice. That I will be dependent on those around me.
It can be extremely daunting.
Which is why we need Hope. (:
Without hope, it can be very easy to fall into the daunting spiral, circling down. Depression is a common and serious side effect of MS. But it can be helped with love and hope, from you, from me.
So that is my special request: for you to be my little Santa’s in helping with my Christmas wish.
And when I write my book on my journey with MS, with its final chapter filled with news of a cure, I’ll be sure to attribute it to my Santa’s.
Much love, Eliz
PS: And there still may be a chance that Santa is real. He totally called and left me a message today. Saying that he would bring me a car and to leave him french fries.
Santa sounds an awfully like my best friend.