With Ms I M Feeling Useless In A Time Of Need
In the days after 9/11, we all did what we could do. Families opened their homes to stranded travelers. We queued for hours to give blood. Chef friends from around New England went to Manhattan to help feed the army of responders. I, on the other hand, was recovering from a dose of mitoxantrone as part of my fight to find a multiple sclerosis (MS) equilibrium. The chemical in my system meant I couldn’t give blood, and I had to all but sequester myself, as the drug kills off the immune cells for a couple of weeks....