People who do read this essay either know somebody who has been diagnosed or has been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis himself or herself. I have been there. I have done that. It has been more than 6 years for me since I searched the Internet for answers to my questions and the more I searched, the more I found, and, unfortunately, the more questions came up. I am here to tell you that the diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis doesn’t mean that your life has come to an end or will come to an end in the near future. Personally, I saw myself strolling along my German hometown in the wheelchair – knowing that if I would be that disabled I would better go back to Germany where I have good health insurance. But here I am. Still in the United Stated. Still walking on my own feet. And guess what – nobody who knows me would actually think that something is wrong with me. Heck, if I tell my nursing instructors that I have MS for almost 7 years they can’t believe it. Every once in a while I have to pull out my pretty MRI pictures to see that, indeed, I do have MS lesions in my brain and in my spine.
