That actually came as a surprise, although in hindsight it shouldn't have. When I was first diagnosed with MS, I thought at least now I know how I will die. I was so innocent! So wrong! A call from my doctor last week confirmed that the heart disease/high cholesterol that runs in my family and took my father and grandfather at relatively young ages is now making itself known in my body. "You can go on medication to lower cholesterol," he said. I looked at the handful of pills I take every day and asked if there was another option. I already take SO MANY PILLS. "Diet and exercise," he said. Exercise? With MS? I guess it's time to make friends with the local pool and start choking down vegetables and fruit. It's also time to face facts: at 60 years of age and with a chronic disease like MS, life ain't going to get any better than it is today. I will exercise as much as I can, after all there are chair exercises designed for people with MS and I will give up red meat, dairy and wine. Sigh. I also refuse to age gracefully. Despite MS limiting my mobility and now heart disease limiting my enjoyment of life/food, I am going to follow Dylan Thomas' advice: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.