I like to think of myself as someone who is free. I’ve always been the sort to move to a different state on a moment’s notice, break a lease when the mood struck me, take spontaneous adventures and generally go where the day takes me. I’m free in spirit, and I thought I was free in reality – free enough at least to decide that I might move to Florida or California this summer before my daughter starts kindergarten. But yesterday I learned, to my surprise and disgust, that my MS diagnosis has turned...







