About Me (But Really, It’s About Us)

This isn’t just about me.
It’s about us—anyone living with MS.
That includes spouses, kids, siblings, best friends, and caregivers. When one person gets diagnosed, the whole family lives with the disease. And this site? It’s also for anyone navigating chronic illness and choosing to live fully anyway.

Here’s my promise:
You won’t find doom and gloom here.
If you’re looking for the worst-case scenario, Google has you covered. This space is about rising, adapting, thriving—and helping each other live our best lives with MS (or anything else life throws our way).

A Little About Me

I have a phenomenal wife—she’s my purpose, my anchor, and my calm. We’ve been married 27+ years, and I knew I was in love on our first date. Nothing has changed since. We have a son who makes me proud every single day. Watching him grow from child to teen to man has been one of my greatest joys. These two are my best friends—and my why.

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Professionally, I’ve been blessed. I majored in advertising, actually worked in it, and 37 years later, I still love it. I get up every day excited to work—and yep, most weeks, that’s seven days. But I also make time to enjoy life.

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Health and wellness have always been core to who I am. I haven’t touched red meat since I was 18. I’ve always been active—bike, gym, pool—you name it. MS didn’t slow me down; it made me go harder. I've added meditation, breathwork, and recovery routines. Science says exercise is second only to medication in managing MS—and I believe it.

Adversity isn’t new to me.

My mother was diagnosed with early-onset Parkinson’s. She became a research participant in 14 NIH studies and ultimately donated her brain to science. I never once heard her say “Why me?”—she was brave, driven, and unbreakable. My dad later developed Alzheimer’s, and I was honored to care for him in his final years. Their courage trained me for my own battle.

My MS diagnosis? It came out of nowhere.
For years, I had strange symptoms—foot pain, the infamous “MS hug,” occasional vision issues, tinnitus—but nothing added up. One weekend, after getting a shingles and flu vaccine, I suddenly lost vision in my left eye. Optic neuritis led to an MRI, which revealed lesions on my brain, spine, and neck. Within six weeks, I was on a disease-modifying therapy (DMT). Early action matters—advocate for yourself.

Final Thoughts

If you’ve read this far, thank you. Maybe something resonated. Maybe you’re navigating your own diagnosis.

Here’s what I’ve learned: We don’t always get to choose the challenges we face—but we do get to choose how we respond.

I’m choosing to respond with energy, gratitude, and relentless positivity.
And I hope this space helps you do the same.

We’re better together. Always.