It's been so long since dx, I can't even remember how many years (forget years a lot now,
must be the brain finally reneging). My happiest time was when my husband took me to a distant healing service in Alaska, because I was not steady enough to go alone, even though he did not think much of the evangelist; at that meeting he "re-upped" in his old faith. I was healed instantly of optic neuritis at the evangelist's brother's church, years later, and the ON was gone for good, although not the overall disease.

The worst time was when I realized that even though I'd fought with MS and Porphyria and did pretty darn well, I now had a new "couple" to deal with, the myeloproliferative
syndromes Polycythemia Vera and Monoclonal Gammopathy, which are making widowhood a challenge that will never go away, short of another miracle.