
MS can bring out the master-mind of survival as we craft our strategies to manage the symptoms that at times are just plain overwhelming. I offer up to you The SILk Bag.
I live in a two story house -- for now anyway. I keep telling myself when I forget to bring something downstairs or take something upstairs that all the going up and down is good exercise. Most days. But this week, I’ll resort to The SILk Bag with a smile on my face and a resounding “BOO-YAH!” in your face, to MS.
What the heck is The SILk bag and what on earth are you rambling about LivWell? Well, it’s actually just a modest canvas tote bag, but it is full of The Stuff I LiKe.

The SILk Bag is going with me throughout the day because eventually I’ll wander back up stairs and want the magazine I left downstairs or I’ll need the power cord for the laptop or unfortunately call Sears again (they lost the order the first time, so much for relying on them to think clearly).
But, best of all, it is my way of giving myself little bits of fun between calls to the insurance company and waiting for the plumber. A scaled down version of it will likely go with me to the doctor’s office. It reminds me of the bag I hauled around for my kiddos over the years, with everything I thought they needed to keep us all happy! So, during these days of waiting for the old CNS to settle down The SILk Bag is my tiny summertime oasis.
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