This is what support looks like:

 

These people, my people, came out early on a Sunday morning.  They commuted from far, wore crazy clothes on public transit, wiped snotty noses on snotty kids, and cheered.

 

They came for me.  And I cannot even express how much that means. 

 

Nobody else on my team has MS.  Nobody else becomes a human pin-cushion or experimental patient.  But - these people - they get it.  They don't need to live it in order to understand it.

 

Thank you for the support, my friends!