"MS stands for Moon Shine."

We had a few hours before picking up our sons and a few hours had passed since my doctor confirmed my diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis. We decided to stop at the Copper Still Moon Shine Grill to share a plate of nachos and toast the end of a journey. And the beginning of another. I felt the need to crack a joke as we clinked glasses of Apple Pie moon shine beneath a faux-Wanted poster of Popcorn Sutton.

There were no tears. I didn't have any to surpress, and I actually felt a sense of relief. I had felt like something was wrong with me for a few years, yet doctors could not find anything wrong. But how do I explain "I feel wierd" as a symptom? But, perhaps, that is what people with MS do. Plus, as a woman, I am always happy to be right.

As my husband and I crunched chips too loudly and dripped salsa on the tabletop, I coulldn't help but be thankful. For Patrick. For my children. For the overwhelming love and support of the few that I had told what was going on. Although each expressed differing sentiments, almost every one included the word "we." We will dance our way through this. We can get this under control. We need to get treatment started. We can do this. We love you.

Here come the tears.