Red Dot

There has been a lot of talk in the MS blogging world of late regarding whether or not an MS'er should take one of the four disease modifying drugs. I'm not going to touch on the arguments, because if you have followed me, you know that I'm currently on Rebif, and I did take Copaxone. I consider myself lucky to be able to afford any of these drugs, and I choose to flaunt the Air Miles that I accompany the filling of said prescriptions. I also respect the decsion to not take these drugs, and it sickens me to know that sometimes this decision is solely because of money.

So from here, I would like to pay homage to the remnants of the fire, the product of the liquid gold...My little red dots.

Oh little red dot, I see that you have returned. I barely noticed that you had left, and here you are again, poping up in between my scars, squeezing in amogst my freckles, reminding me of days (and sometimes weeks!) gone by.

Little red dot, I beleive that you hold a secret. A secret of what is to come, not only for me, but for all of us live with MS. You represent progress. You remind me that people are working for
me.

I am a member of your club. I am a follower of your dreams.

Now, red dot, would you mind keeping our relationship on the low down for tank top season? Really, must you be soooo flashy?

Emily