Facing MS as a Child
Twenty two years ago I went to visit my Aunt Marianne in a nursing home who had MS. There she was in her forties, confined to a wheelchair and barely able to speak. Her words were delivered in a running sentence, stuck together like molasses and unidentifiable. I was eight years old and in short, I was terrified. Admittedly it made me so... Read more
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