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https://www.facebook.com/WalkMS?utm_source=MC&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=fy20-walk-eng-virtual&utm_name=fy20-walk-virtuallogistics&utm_content= My MS Walk was supposed to be this weekend in Morgantown, WV. I say my MS Walk as if it belongs to me. I am only a small portion of the total participation.  If you've never attended such an event, you're missing out on a day of fun fellowship, hope, and positive energy. MS Warriors, physical therapists, support groups, friends and family, and concerned citizens all gather to share in their support for a cause that has become very dear to me. I participated in my first MS Walk in the 1980s, long before my diagnosis. In fact, I had no idea what MS was. As an aerobics instructor at the local wellness center, I was invited to construct a team to participate in this fundraiser located at our state capital. It sounded like a great girls' weekend.  We petitioned our friends and colleagues for donations

Hugging. Isn't it great? Whether I am canoodling with my anti-affectionate cat, a friend,  or my hubby, there is no doubt that a good hug is the perfect remedy to soothe and inspire a positive outlook. Except when that hug comes in the middle of traffic on a busy freeway...and you are behind the wheel. Yeah, traffic and hugs don't really mesh. The first MS hug I experienced was after the birth of my son. I can identify it now. Back then I was concerned that my pregnancy had caused some unknown internal condition that required further medical attention. The hugging sensation occurred every time I got behind the wheel of my car. I had to adjust and re-adjust my posture constantly in an attempt alleviate the persistent pressure around my rib cage. I would take deep breaths and arch my back, roll my shoulders back and forth,  and basically perform an assortment of yoga poses all while doing my best to appear normal to any  curios glances. It was after many years of spo