Finally diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1989. Is MS killing me? Is it like Lou Gehrig’s? Leukemia? One of Jerry’s kids am I?
I ask neurologist how MRI shows it’s MS. I don’t know what my brain is supposed to look like.
Sigh… Not going help you any to know that. Unforgettable that sigh. Call the MS Society. They’ll answer your questions.
Sucker punched, I remain calm. I ask another question. It’s not going to help you to know that either.
If you can’t cure me and won’t provide any information, why the fuck am I paying you hundreds of dollars?
Exit Stage Right.