I’ve been dying to write. Ideas have been popping into my head left and right, topics for discussion, news related to my MS, my life…life in general! Here’s the thing.... Read More

Mr. Constanza lived on my street since the day I moved in, about three houses up on the same side of the street. He and his wife, Mrs. Constanza, were... Read More

That is the question. I don’t like that I’ve become a person who requires so much help. I struggle with it, the idea that I am no longer the independent... Read More

I have always loved the holidays. I know. It’s lame. I have a family that I mostly like. (I used to say “I have a perfect family” but I’m thinking... Read More

I’m enjoying the crap out of my holiday time off, guys. I mean, not one damn thing has changed. I’m still wondering if Provigil is actually working. I still can’t... Read More

Today is a most special day. It’s my first ever double-long therapy session with my precious (aka Cheryl). I asked her at my last session if we could plan a... Read More

I think I wrote on this very blog not that very long ago about my need to change my thinking. I was having one of those rare quasi-positive days when... Read More

Off schedule infusion day throws me. The routine is different. I didn’t get my post-infusion egg souffle from Panera and that just feels wrong. I can’t take my customary post-infusion... Read More

I love being alone. This seems very odd to many people, but I’ve established a sense of comfort in the solitude that I’ve been given. I treasure it. I hardly... Read More

Cheryl agreed with me yesterday. This is worse than when Chuck died. It seems almost ludicrous to say that but this is actually, really a lot worse. I could pretend... Read More