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  • Admittedly, I haven't been sending invitations to Multiple Sclerosis these last six years. But it seems to know where I reside and has obtained a stolen copy of the backdoor key.

    Apparently, duct tape is no deterrent.

    But today I've been informed that MS may not be the only culprit. Hey, I've got an idea... let's trade up to Muscular Dystrophy! Does this mean Jerry's kids get the invitations now?

    Or, my doctor says with that face that requires more years of schooling than one actually lives to attend, it could be both.

    Yippee!

    But I'm not the worrying sort. Yes, my body has betrayed me like an undercover cop but I'm not mad. I've got more apparatus than gym class (or is that apparati?). So lets do the EMG, another MRI, physical therapy and whatever else the insurance is willing to pay for. But lets get the diagnosis correct, medical community, so I can be a modern gal and update my facebook appropriately!

    *** And later in this life...

    So it is both MS and a form of MD. Because I'm thorough. But I really must send those invitations to the other 25 letters of the alphabet.
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