My multiple sclerosis, that is -- that's what I'm talking about. It is what it is, and that's all it is. A blessing, a curse, a teacher, a rude awakening. It brought loss, and pain, and patience, and change. It stopped my life in its tracks, and started it up again on a whole 'nother path. That path started with learning to walk again, then to swim, then to persevere. I was in my mid-20's and just wanted to have fun. So, without a regular job (which I had to give up shortly after diagnosis), and with a few steadfast friends, I lived my solitary life (meaning I was not married nor attached) living at my parents' house with nary a care in the world. It was under those circumstances that I was able to focus solely on myself. Frankly, I don't know if I would have done as well as I did if I was married at the time. If I was married then to my current husband, perhaps - but I probably wouldn't have been attracted to him then, nor he to me, because I think we ...