As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"


Tickle - Tease Tuesday

"You should never have come here." This time his tone softened.


"Yes, so you've pointed out to me many times." She gazed sadly out the door of the tent, seeing nothing. "I won't be here much longer, so you don't need to worry."

"True?"

She turned her listless gaze toward him. "What?"

"I... I suppose I'll miss you."

Straightening her spine, she turned to face him. Looking directly into his eyes, she said, "You're a piece of work, Sam Deleon. That's the first kind word you've said to me since I've been here. Now that I'm going, you conjure up one nice thing to say." Bitterness laced her words.

Whispering, he said, "I enjoyed our nights together, True."

Her poor, pathetic heart almost came to life with his few words. What a small amount of attention she needed to feel as though she basked in the glow of his love. But she had been a fool to fall for him in the first place, and she had no inkling of how he really felt about her.

True stood beside his bed and looked down on him, almost with pity. "Wouldn't any beautiful socialite do just as well, Sam?"

She began to turn and walk away, when his good arm shot out and hauled her down on his chest. He moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Almost violently, he ravaged her, kissing her hard and then, softly. She allowed the kiss, because she needed something from him, weak as she was around him. But soon, she broke away and looked down into his handsome face.

"Good-bye, Sam." She stood and walked away as sedately as she could.

~*~*~*~

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