After I was diagnosed with MS, my initial response was denial along with depression. I went to three different neurologists hoping they'd tell me the first guy was a quack. I was actually hoping it was Lyme's disease. Of course, I now know that Lyme's is no picnic either. However, at the time, I believed I could deal with a malady that could be treated with antibiotic. I quit was healed of my cigarette addiction. I cringe when I talk about it, but there it is. At the time, I thought it was wonderful but sort of lame on God's part. I was praying for a cure to my big problem and that was the best He could do? About six months after the symptoms of MS began, they went away. The fog lifted, my energy renewed, I felt exhilarated. It was gone! Not.