My disease is always changing. I don't know if that's the way it will always be, or if it's just how things are in the beginning. I have my balance back--the muscles in my sides are stronger. But my legs are so weak now that I've asked for a prescription for a wheelchair.

Every time I have a new set of symptoms, it gets me down emotionally, like a milder version of discovering I have the disease. It's something to get used to all over again.

Abby