It’s funny. All you have to do is tell me I shouldn’t have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as part of my attempt at the Wahls Protocol – and suddenly... Read More

I don’t know why I’m so hesitant to write this down. Well. I guess I actually do. It’s the whole curse of “loving my life out loud” that has haunted... Read More

I made a new friend last week. Well, a friend of a friend but now a friend to me. Her name is Annie and her girlfriend has MS. My old... Read More

If you know me at all, you know I don’t do it very often. I used to watch Grey’s Anatomy with the express intention of crying my eyes out because... Read More

‘Twas the night before infusion and all through the house, kitties were snoring and I was…chugging water so I could possibly have good veins tomorrow. Yeah. It doesn’t rhyme. But... Read More

I am so…off. I’m just off tonight. The fucking bathroom isn’t finished. I clogged my drain in the basement and have to get it snaked tomorrow. I have work coming... Read More

“I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. Yes, MS does change everything, but nearly everything was going to change anyway. Maybe it’s different change — it’s definitely more and... Read More

I keep seeing these things lately that say lofty things like, “this is the only life you get! Don’t waste it!” Or “life is happening out there – go grab... Read More

I am learning more and more about this cursed disease with each passing day. On one hand, I hate infusion day because there’s nothing quite so good at reminding you... Read More

Tomorrow is infusion day number 4. My first that I can drive myself to. I’m both happy and sad. I’ll miss mornings with Foody. She has a way of making... Read More