Medical, Multiple Sclerosis, NonFiction

My Journey with Multiple Sclerosis

I woke up this morning, and my right hand was completely dead. I mean like this dead tumor hanging off the end of my arm. Like a skin tag. No feeling—no sensation—and my mind was screaming something about writing. How am I going to write?  The only way I could tell that I had my right hand is I… Continue reading My Journey with Multiple Sclerosis

Chronic Illness, Multiple Sclerosis, NonFiction, Psychology

My Journey With Multiple Sclerosis

I woke up this morning, and my right hand was completely dead. I mean like this dead tumor hanging off the end of my arm. Like a skin tag. No feeling—no sensation—and my mind was screaming something about writing. How am I going to write?  The only way I could tell that I had my right hand is I… Continue reading My Journey With Multiple Sclerosis