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Multiple Sclerosis and my Sister-n-Law

My 37 year old sister-n-law was diagnosed with MS about two years ago. She is a very strong woman, with two boys, 3 and 5 years old, and a husband. She doesn't talk about it much. She wants us all to go on with life like she is the same Heidi she always has been. Which on the outside right now, is easy to do because there are no true signs to the average person that there is anything wrong with her. I guess it is her way of coping with the inevitable at this point.

That is why I will be participating in an MS Walk on May 4th to help raise money for her, and so many others, in the fight for a cure for MS. Yes, I will be almost 9 months pregnant, so I am also hoping that it will help me in furthering the progession of my labor at that time (just a side note).

So, if you would like to offer a donation, or wish me luck, feel free to do so. Something that would also be even more appreciated than those two options, is prayers for her to be able to deal with the road ahead.

Thank you!

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR?px=4472656&pg=personal&fr_id=8576

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What a great cause...we have biked the MS150 (my dad has several times) and articipated in other "MS" events as well! And as you said...not a bad Idea for getting labor going!

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