06/05/2026
I was asked to give a nutrition presentation at my MS specific physical therapy clinic. Me, a patient, speaking to a group of my peers. I don’t remember if any of the physical therapist stayed for my talk. And now that I’m thinking about it, I realize the answer to that is no. Because I fell on the way out of the building on the stairs. I broke a buckle on my boot. I must’ve been walking with a cane then.. And the driver of one of the vans that brought a person to my talk helped me up. He hopped out of the van and asked if I was alright. Funny. I remember wearing tassel earrings, and a sweater that I really loved and then stopped being able to find. It’s funny how sometimes things just disappear. I know the sweater is nowhere near my home and I would still love someone to look under my bed to confirm that it is not there. Just a thing.
I was asked to give a Nutrition presentation to a community of humans with variable multiple sclerosis experiences. And I presented the research. And I talked about the popular diet protocols, and I spoke about the importance of variety and adequacy, and I spoke about the fact that eating food, not specific food, just food matters, the most. (as I write this, I am recalling the possibility that I was trying an MS diet at this time, myself. Ouch.)
If I gave a talk today, to a group of my peers, I would say the same thing. And I would be a lot a lot a lot more assertive about it. Chronic illness is hard. Feeling responsible for cells doing what cells do, which is sometimes not working as we wish they would, is cruel. And unhelpful and untrue.
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