Hello to the rest of you deseased people like me (joke). I find it a nessessity to have a good or as my mother says sick sense of humer. I have to smile and it makes my day that everyone I meet smiles. When I was in the sleep center I went down stairs to my father (physical therapy) and slapped him on his leg and told him to keep his shit to himself. He laughed so hard. I never wanted him to feel bad for everything I have, except MS that is. Life is full of shit and cake. When the shit comes take an Immodium and laugh back at it. Stand your ground when needed.