I was in San Francisco for a seminar when I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. The day after receiving the call, I remember riding across the Golden Gate Bridge on the bus back to the airport. I was still in shock, and felt like one might after a major breakup, or someone’s unexpected death – splayed, raw, hoping no one notices my exposed innards. I was sitting on the left side of the bus and staring out at the water when I had what I’ll call a vision (because it was not intentional like...
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