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For some reason, when the PA leaves, the door accidentally locks. My husband and I hear the neurologist struggling with the doorknob trying to get in, so we open the door for him. The doctor immediately cracks a joke about going to extremes not to be seen by him. I like him right away. I find myself staring at him, trying to see what a person with MS looks like. Then I realize what an idiotic thing I am doing, as if there is actually a “look”. Duh.

We shake hands and he tells me he has looked through all my records, test results and MRI images. Although I am waiting for a definite MS confirmation, I sense he is about to tell me something else. He does…

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