But you look so good...

So, I was diagnosed in 1986.  I had a 2 year old baby and a nine year old child.  I felt awful.  I had suffered with a sinus infection that came out of nowhere, followed up by a strep throat 2 months later.  The MS had been relapsing and remitting for a couple of years but returned with a vengeance in August of 1988. 
We were invited to attend my husband's brother's out of state wedding  to be held in October.  I could barely hobble.  I was numb in one leg up to my hip and the other up to my armpit.  Cute pumps to go with the dress I had searched the mall for were not in the picture.   I could barely pick my feet up and walked stiff-legged like Frankenstein's monster.  I dragged myself to the local library and checked out a book called The MS Diet.
Now, I had just finished losing 30 pounds on Weight Watchers and was pretty much on a low fat diet anyway.  So I decided that taking cod liver oil sounded like an idea worth trying.  I also read some basic information about the neurological system and added Inositol to my daily regimen.  I couldn't even pronounce it properly.  I read that Inositol was required for the repair and restoration of myelin.  I was self-treating.
My neurologist never recommended any vitamins or supplements, nor had he even mentioned physical therapy.  But I got on my exercise bike when I didn't feel too sick and popped a few supplements.  It was all I had.  That and a little plaque with a bible verse from Philippians that my daughter had carefully crafted with glued-on alphabet macaroni...."I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me".  I kept taking my vitamins and looking at that little plaque which I placed on the shelf above the kitchen sink.
And guess what? A couple of months later  I wore patent leather pumps with my new dress to the wedding in October and I walked like a queen. I looked just fine so there was absolutely no appreciation of the trouble I went to just to be able to attend that event.  My sister-in-law (now deceased) told me I didn't get a corsage since I wasn't an immediate family member (as she pinned one on my daughter and a boutonniere on my son and on my late husband).  I was left out of a family group photo while I was taking my 5 year old to the ladies room.  When that picture came in the mail,  I threw it away.