A Date I Don’t Celebrate… But I Honor. In 2004, I was officially diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. But the truth? MS had already been living in my body since I was 7 years old. For years, it whispered. Then it screamed. And finally, it had a name. My life has been ups and downs — flare-ups and remission, strength and setbacks, tears and triumphs. I have grieved the life I thought I would have. And I have built strength in the life I was given. Living with MS means living two lives — the one people see… and the one they don’t. But here’s what matters: I am still here. I am still standing. I am still fighting. 22 years since diagnosis. 58 years living with MS. A lifetime of resilience. And I’m not done yet.