Walking out of the neurologist’s office, my husband and I were dumbfounded by the news. This was nearly twenty years ago meaning we did not have the Internet and websites like WebMD to give us a heads up of what might be ahead. We walked down the hall shocked into silence. Neither knowing anything about MS but what we did know was, it wasn’t good. Our minds were in robot mode as we descended the stairs, opened the door to the warm summer temperatures of Billings, Montana, and proceeded to the car. As we drove out of the parking lot a man in a wheelchair crossed the street in front of us and I cried. “That could be me soon,” I thought. We drove the two-hour trip home in near silence, both lost in our own fears and wild imaginations of what was to come. When we arrived home we laid on our bed and held each other for hours, tears flowed as we clung to one another.
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