Multiple sclerosis is a bitchy disease, something filmmaker Jason DaSilva and I both understand intimately. It hits like a tsunami, makes a devastating mess, takes what it wants and doesn’t usually give anything good in return. In my own experience, it feels like I am slowly being whittled down. A little off my eyes, my ears, my sense of touch, my lungs, my bladder … certainly my stamina … it’s a bitchy disease, like I said.
Jason’s experience with MS, though, isn’t quite as gentle as mine, if as benign a word as “gentle” can be used for something so malignant. A young man trave