The year was 2002, and you had just received a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis.
It was late August, and you were driving with a wheelchair, accompanied by a sanitarium, on your way to a magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) appointment. The long and dark corridors of the hospital filled you with fear of an unknown future. You had expected the worst, thinking it might be some kind of lethal disease like cancer, but never once considered multiple sclerosis as a possibility. As you waited for the results of your MRI, the anticipation and anxiety grew overwhelming. The MRI technician eventually emerged and asked if you were feeling okay. They mentioned you might be feeling tired or fatigued after the test, which only served to heighten your anxiety even more. You felt like you were dying inside as you waited for the results. The next day, your doctor came to see you. They delivered the news you had been dreading to hear. The results from the MRI had come in, and it was confirmed that you had multiple sclerosis. You were in shock and felt like your world had come c...