Told in words, this is the story of how my faith grew since my last post. My angels — family, friends, colleagues, support team, et al. — in person and texts and emails and books have showered me with loving words and touch.

The MRI showed two new lesions on my brain. My grand illusion evaporated. This illusion, a sturdy structure of columns and marble and rationalization and denial. Gone.

In hindsight, I wish I had asked some more general questions and followed up, but I am also terrified and dismayed by the failure of the medical professionals to ask the question I was not asking.

It's ridiculous for us to think we are really "certain" of anything!

Life with MS is a dance – for me, my wife, and everyone we love. Sometimes, MS takes the lead and we must follow. At other times, MS must follow our lead. 

Sometimes what we dread can surprise us and turn around.

I will never know whether my health would have been better in a less stressful job.  I do know that to my dying day, I will be grateful that I took my shot.

And then it happened, one Christmas Eve.

In three short posts, Gil begins to find his spiritual footing.