I drop things easily, sometimes when I’m working, sitting in my chair – I fall over. When I’m typing for work, I think my fingers are working, they’re not.  When I receive packages with art supplies or envelopes, I  need help opening them. When my friend Caroll Madden Schlorff and I shop for food, I zoom around in my scooter and she follows me with such patience, I’m lucky. When we get home, she opens boxes, packages of toilet paper and paper towels to have them available for me, it is easier for me to use things. When I cook something for myself,  after 10 minutes of standing, I’m hunched over and cannot walk well. My cat Opie, lays all 18 pounds of her on my legs, they become hot and numb, but that’s ok, she loves me. When friends want to call and talk, my hands don’t cooperate to sign, I’m fortunate, they understand when I get frustrated. All of these happen everyday, but those things do not define me. I am bound and determined not to let my MS kick my butt.