Distance Means Nothing

One person that I feel truly lucky to have in my life is my mother in law, Mary Jane. She's one of those women you wish you could be like, who tells you like it is even if that's not what you wanted to hear, and she gives you encouragement (although at times it may seem like she's just telling you what to do).
When I told her that I had MS she set out to learn everything she possible could about my disease. She's been going to an MS support group, she get's newsletters and emails, and she sent the kids a DVD about MS that eplained it to them in their terms. Plus it was a cartoon. You can't go wrong with having the kids watch a cartoon.
She's always managed to show up when we need her most and help in ways you can't imagine. And the funny thing is, she lives in Arizona. It's not exactly a quick car trip over to West Virginia from her house!
The last time she was here visiting, we went to Target. I wasn't doing too well and my legs were giving out a lot which lead to me falling a lot. When we got into the store to get our shopping carts, we had a conversation that went a little something like this:
MJ: Get one of those motorized scooters for yourself.
ME: Oh, no. I don't think I need one today.
MJ: Get one of those motorized scooters for yourself.
ME: No, I think I can just hold on to the buggie and shop. I'll be fine.
MJ: (a little more stern) Get a scooter!
ME: Ok fine!

And then I got in the scooter, end of discussion. The thing is, she and I both knew that me being in the scooter was what was best for me, but my pride wasn't allowing me to take that first step. So, she made me. I have a feeling that the conversation could have gone on forever like that if I hadn't given in. Who knows? We could still be in the front of Target, months later, arguing about how I was going to get around the store.
When I told her that I wanted to start journeling but I couldn't find any pretty Journals to write in, she sent me about 15 journals from her business. They were all beautiful, different shapes and sizes. I'm now set to journal for the rest of my life.
We tak by email several times a week and we try to talk on the phone atleast once a week but, of course, life sometimes gets in the way. But with all of that, her living across the country, only talking through email, etc, I've never felt closer to her than I do now.
I guess a "support system" doesn't have to be right there at your door to really be of support.
Thank you Mary Jane, from the bottom of my heart!
And I promise to always "eat my peas!"