MS's timing was profoundly f*cked up!

I remember the day when Dr. G looked at me with a stare from above the eyeglasses perched at the top of nose. He said, “All factors considered, my diagnosis is Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis.” I was 35 years old, a mother to a four, almost five year old son, and a wife in a deteriorating marriage. MS’s timing was profoundly fucked up!