Ever since I was young, my mom has been affected with MS. Seeing her suffer, yet persevere every day is difficult. Some day will be gut wrenching, some will be breathtakingly fun with them. I've been told to look a the positive, and it's very difficult to do when all I see is the negatives, but our mothers are still here with us, still supporting us, and we can be there for them. It's not easy, especially alone. Don't get into the habit I'm currently trying to escape of burying our feelings about this.