Well, now. That's an interesting idea. You know, the worst part about it was the diagnosis process. If the doctors had tried to understand why I was using two canes and sometimes a wheelchair, we may have gotten to a point of managing the symptoms faster. I lost my job, my husband, my house. I didn't mind the loss of my husband but I sure as neck minded the loss of my job and house. if I could help advocate, I'd like that. Of course, we have to be our own best advocates, right? But I had no idea what MS was or what was going on with my muscles and brain. God, that was pure hell.