At last check, I was the one diagnosed with Multiple
Sclerosis, not my husband, not our daughters, not my mother, my father, my best
friends, my cousins, my aunts, uncles or any of my friends and family. Yet for
some reason, that for the life of me I cannot wrap my head around, the powers
that be are bound and determined to make those around me suffer. Guilty by association.
It isn't as if they have not made it difficult enough for us to live and treat
this MonSter. They made it difficult enough for us to obtain health care (some
who shall remain nameless, would like to see us without)…astronomical premiums,
waiting periods of disease modifying therapies, loop holes, red tape, pre-qualifications…it is really enough to make a big girl cry. And now to add
some high-calorie icing to the proverbial cake they deny you the right to purchase short-term
disability and life insurance? So if I understand correctly, after you have
attempted to make my life even more difficult to navigate as a person living
with this unpredictable disease you thought it would be a swell idea to keep
the party going by impacting the quality of life of all those around me…just
for kicks and giggles? Well, let me be clear on what I would like to kick and
how much it would truly make me giggle!

PUBLIC SERVICE
ANNOUNCEMENT: Unfortunately, due to the “process” if you love me, you are now
guilty by association.