God said: If you ask, you shall receive.  I am asking, I am begging! PLEASE! Rid me of this disease.  I can still walk, talk, see and hear.  I can't stop worrying.  I can't get the thought that "I have MS" out of my mind.  I can't forget, not matter how hard I try.  I am so confused and lost.  A part of me KNOWS that God will take care of me.  I KNOW that he always has a plan and that his plans are good.  But where does "good" fit into this disease? I could go on forever babbling about this and that, so I guess I'll stop now.