When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) in October 2000, I was only 26 years old. I had played football in college. I’d been active. I kept thinking, Now this. I was married but had no children at that point, and I wondered—with MS—what would my life have in store for me?
In a few years, the doctors I was seeing—even though they were neurologists—said they couldn’t do anymore for me than what they were already doing. One of the doctors put three medications in front of me and said, “This is what’s available for MS now. Choose one.” That’s how they approached the problem.
And that’s when I thought, I’m going to the University of Michigan. Continue reading