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?"

Live, Love, Repeat --Chapter 2


Mercedes rolled her eyes in disbelief. Her twin sister was so different now. When she arrived in town her hair had been .blonde. Over the months it had morphed, with a lot of help from chemical bottles, into a rich auburn that looked pretty good if Porsche kept the roots colored.
“Think of it as a late birthday present to me.” Porsche coaxed.
“You are not dragging me to this—“ Mercedes shook her head trying to find the right words to describe her distaste, while a smidgeon of interest niggled her thoughts with anticipation. She hadn’t allowed men of any age, weight or size to be a part of her life since leaving home. Now, just months from graduating with her Master’s Degree, Porsche dangled tickets to the most sought after show in Las Vegas. This wasn’t a show on the strip with all the glitter and glitz but real men—local men—available men. “This meat market you call an auction for charity.”
“Well, you don’t have to go to all the events with me. I know how you hate seeing men in speedos.” Porsche’s eyes glittered with excitement. No doubt the less the guys wore, the better she’d like it. That is where the differences had started back in the day. Porsche ogled the high school jocks, or at least what their small community had to offer on that agenda. Mercedes had gotten caught watching JC, the post high school playboy in town, in a compromising position. Her jaw had dropped to her knees. While heated embarrassment broke in waves over her, JC had disentangled himself from his latest conquest, pulled up his jeans and approached her. She didn’t remember what he said but she would never forget his meaning. She had no interest in a three-way and even less in him. When it came to women, men were pigs, no matter their age.
“But you might really enjoy the evening show,” Porsche continued. “The talent exhibitions from these guys it should be quite entertaining.”
Mercedes knew Porsche’s version of good entertainment didn’t match her own and yet she had ‘pinky promised’ on their birthday to spend an evening with her sister in the coming year. Why, oh why had she allowed herself to believe the evening would never come? It had and in the form of not just one guy, but a whole bunch of them.
“Fine,” Mercedes bit off the word. “But you still owe me an evening for my present. I don’t know what it’ll be, but you better not renege on your side of the bargain.”
Porsche pulled on her pink jacket, the one she always wore these days. Pink currently reigned as Porsche’s signature color. Looking in the mirror she pulled the hood up and positioned it about her face.
“Me? Renege? When have I ever not kept my word?”
“Oh, Sister, how about pretty much every time you have a few too many drinks? Don’t deny it. You never could hold your liquor. Why do you drink anyhow?”
“Because sister dear, its fun.”
Mercedes scowled. “I wouldn’t call a hangover fun.”
“Maybe not, but what goes on between the first few drinks and the hangover is…” Porsche gyrated her hips enticingly.
“I should have asked you to be sober for a whole year for my birthday present.” Mercedes grumbled.
Porsche turned her back on the mirror and glared at Mercedes, her posture portraying total defiance. “You wouldn’t dare ask me for that. It would be totally cruel and unfair.”
Mercedes shook her head gently. “Only for you, dear sister. Only for you.”
“If you do that, you might as well add me swearing off men for the rest of my life.”
Mercedes pantomimed a swooning death. “Heaven forbid. Your heart might stop.”

“I know. Right?” Porsche kissed her sister and stepped to the bedroom door, adding a shoulder twist and eye roll. “Thank you for not being so cruel to your one and only sister.”
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