vyo476
Well-Known Member
Wow, talk about ironic. I was raised Catholic, and my mother also had MS. At the point where I saw praying was futile, I became an atheist. She died 6/9/94.
I'm terribly sorry. It's a horrible disease. I've been watching my mother decay practically since I was born - she used to be able to walk and drive and work. Now she can't move her legs or see more than ten or fifteen feet in front of her and needs help just to roll over in bed to get comfortable enough to sleep.
It's...well, it's horrible. While I pride myself on a decently large vocabulary I often find it somewhat limited when talking directly about my mother's affliction.