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Wednesday
A GREAT...TRUE...STORY!!!!....
After Hilary Freeman was told she had MS, she had a drink and then got on with her life:Multiple sclerosis came into my life, overnight, when I was 25,announcing its arrival by removing all feeling in my legs while I slept. When I woke up and tried to stand, I fell over, like a rag doll. I was three days into a new job, nine months into a relationship and life, as I knew it, was over.Since then MS has been lurking in the shadows wherever I go, stalker-like. Sometimes it tortures me by pressing an electric cattle prod into my face, sticking pins in my feet, or binding my legs so tightly that I can no longer feel them. Sometimes it mischievously covers one of my eyes with a hazy cloud or snatches words from the tip of my tongue. But even when it is not active, it won't allow me to deny its existence.It certainly hasn't been as I thought it would be eight years ago, when I heard the words: sorry but you have multiple sclerosis: come from the neurologist's mouth. It was all surprisingly banal. There was no string section playing in the background, and I didn't collapse in a heap and devote the rest of my life to charity work. I just shed a few tears and fell back on the old familiar comforts of a cigarette and a stiff drink.All I knew of MS was what I'd read or seen on campaign posters or television programmes, so I expected to become quickly and progressively disabled and to require a wheelchair. The good news is that hasn't happened. The bad news is that it still might, one day in a month, or a year, or in two decades. What I didn't anticipate was that, irrespective of the severity of my symptoms, the diagnosis of my condition would change my identity, the way I see myself and how other people see me...MORE
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My Educational Video on MS and MS Trials
