Wow, I just read about a guy, a fellow Oregonian, with secondary progressive MS. Eight years younger than I, and all but completely crippled. No use of either leg, no use of right arm. Dude, that's messed up. I guess I take my rather benign relapsing and remitting type way too much for granted. On a positive note, I am already old, and so there is not that much time left for MS to do its thang. Good to be old, so good. It's all relative, right? Damn right.
Still, how old would I have to be for being crippled not to matter so much?
I don't think there's a good age for that. Even at 80, I'd prefer to still be walking on my own two feet.
Seriously. I mean, even when I'm 80, my wife will still only be 56. About my age now.
Hold on. I have an idea. Maybe it's best just to live day to day. Yeah?