Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am not bombarded by silly advice from well-meaning friends. Aside for some initial stupid comments like:

"Oh MS is just the latest fad disease. If they can't figure out what's wrong with you, they call it MS." (This from a friend I considered one of the smartest people I knew.)

Or another comment: "Well, take good care of yourself, we don't want you to end up in a wheelchair like my other friend with MS."

Most of my friends are pretty quiet about it. I get the feeling they ask my H how I am doing. He always insists I'm "fine," whether I'm doing well or not. He generally does not tell them if I have had a relapse or some bad days.

Maybe that's why no one says anything to me. While I surely don't want to be bombarded, sometimes I feel as if no one cares how I'm doing. That's when I feel lonely and depressed about it.