It was 2001 when a neurologist told me I had multiple sclerosis. During a trip across Guatemala with friends I lost my balance and ability to visually focus. I was living a 5-martini breakfast. And couldn't get out. I made it back to California on the plane by myself. Guiding through the airport with hands on walls and poor Spanglish. Something was going on but I sure didn't know what was in front of me...
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