A Letter A Day… L

A few of the folks who wrote to me asked to remain anonymous. I am very grateful that despite their desire for privacy, they were willing to take part in the project.

Today’s letter is from L. It eloquently describes a difficult journey to a diagnosis of MS. Please click on the link below to read this powerful letter.

L’s letter

A Letter A Day… Liz

Today is day eighteen of thirty-two and I’m delighted to post the letter I received from Liz. In it, she writes, “I don’t think I have much to add to the topic of MS; millions around the world live day to day with this illness and have probably experienced similar steps so my words and thoughts are not unique. But here I write because you have asked and I feel that it’s good to pause. It’s cathartic. It’s healthy. It’s something I should have done sooner!” Please click on the link below to read her uplifting letter.

Liz’s letter

A Letter A Day… Karrie

It’s week three and today I’m posting Karrie’s letter. In it, we share the moment she learned she had MS: “He introduced himself and shook my hand. His hands were cold, similar to his personality. He said, ‘You have Multiple Sclerosis and you will need to follow up with a neurologist.’  He handed me a brochure and left my room.” Please click the link below to read Karrie’s diagnosis story.

Karrie’s letter

A Letter A Day… Elizabeth June

Today’s letter is from Elizabeth June. In it, she describes her diagnosis journey and praises the great support she has received from the Revive Centre in Glasgow. Please click on the link below to read her letter.

Elizabeth June’s letter

A Letter A Day… Joanne

It’s day thirteen and today I’m posting a letter from mum of three, Joanne. She was diagnosed in February 2007 and writes, “I don’t know what the future holds for me, I only know that every day is a blessing and I don’t take anything for granted.” Please click on the link below to read Joanne’s letter.

Joanne’s letter

A Letter A Day… John

Today I’m posting a powerful letter from John. In it, he writes, “That day, a grey Tuesday in a grey September, lasted longer than any day I can remember. As prepared as I was for bad news, the diagnosis was still, on some level, shocking.” Please click on the link below to read this moving letter.

John’s letter