I have transverse myelitis, and every minute is a game of roulette. I never know when a day starts out good (today did) if or when it will go bad. I meet many MS'ers here in the Pacific Northwest who are still out hiking and climbing and camping on the ground . . . but I can't even get up or down from the floor. I have known people with MS who were in remission the entire time I knew or associated with them . . . and I have known people with MS that my first knowledge of them was of stumbling, struggling, assisted, disabled.