Starting April 27, I experienced a rare variety of it, called Miller Fisher Syndrome. Came on like a house afire, seriously scary. The docs got the approved treatment into me in time. (Flooding the system with immunoglobulins to derail the autoimmune process.) Following some immune challenge, often unknown, sometimes even a flu shot, one's own immune system gets confused and starts attacking the myelin sheath around one's nerves as if it were foreign. Sudden onset, like MS on steroids, but eventually almost everyone recovers. The worst people are completely paralyzed and need a ventilator. Luckily not me. I'm home, probably for quite awhile. Friends have come through for me in a big way. I have responded very well to treatment, with small improvements every day. Eyesight looks to be the most difficult part. Worse with this type than the usual form. Jim Coleman, Sr. has been a constant inspiration to me through this process, as I remembered how he fought Guillain Barre and came out the other side, with perfect courage and joy at being alive. May none of you get this damned thing. Jeff Hickey has been standing in for my concert work (thank heavens.) As soon as I'm fit, I can start in again about where I left off, minus some unknown number of months or maybe a year? Susan Kline
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