During my speech, I noticed a young woman of about 30 years of age sitting in the front row of the audience feverishly taking notes. After my presentation I was greeting people. The young woman came up to me. Her name was Kimberley. Kim was using a cane and had the classic unsteady gait so common to early multiple sclerosis ― the same disease I have. She told me she was diagnosed with MS five years earlier. I asked Kim how she was doing? She said, “I’m scared out of my mind.” I knew that, I could see the fear in her eyes.
How do I console such a soul? That vivacious, vital young woman, with so much promise, knew her hopes and dreams were being snatched away from her with each MS attack. Kim saw in me what she dreaded most. It is so easy to feel swindled by life.
I went from being a healthy and athletic man about Kim’s age to what you see today. At about the 2-3 year point in my downhill slide with MS, my grief was so profound and unimaginable, my sorrow so deep, my heartache so sharp, that my judgment was clouded.