Three days ago I had a very brief window of time in which I realized that I was walking regularly. One foot in front of the other, knees bending appropriately, balance spot on. I didn't know how long it had been happening but the realization came over me, I froze. Not for long, though. I needed to keep moving, keep walking. so, I did. From one room to the next and back again, tears flowing the entire time. For the first time in nearly seventeen years my body was behaving as it should. I was exhilarated. Upon calming down a bit, I immediately began analyzing everything I had done that day in hopes that I might be able to recreate this miracle. Next morning I mimicked the previous day's activities. I was still walking better than I normally do, but it wasn't anything like the day before. This morning I am back to my stumbling, unbalanced, drunken demeanor that has nothing to do with the red wine in my fridge. MS is definitely a mystery. An unfair, vicious, mea
Lisa A. McCombs: Award Winning Author, MS Warrior,Reviewer of Books,Public Speaker