fullsizeoutput_c8I am one of at least 400,000 people in the U.S. who have been diagnosed with MS, a debilitating disease of the central nervous system that disrupts the flow of information within the brain and between the brain and the body. This is my story.

I was diagnosed with MS on Aug. 4, 1998 — almost 20 years ago. For most of those years, I had the relapsing/remitting form of the disease and was fortunate to have had few exacerbations. Now, in the early stages of secondary progressive MS, I am told that the disease is progressing very slowly. (Fingers crossed!)

Don’t get me wrong; MS isn’t a walk in the park. I battle its challenges every day. My symptoms include gait, balance and vision problems as well as fatigue. Hot weather and stress worsen my fatigue. And I develop cognitive problems when I let stress get the better of me.

To manage the disease, I take two medications prescribed by my neurologist, who specializes in MS. One drug limits the progression of the disease; the second medication helps me walk better.

I also have made lifestyle changes that help me feel better. I  take supplements, exercise five days a week and eat a gluten-free, low-carb diet. I try to control my exposure to hot weather and humidity (which isn’t always easy in Alabama), and I try to be mindful of stress.

In addition, I get support from the National MS Society, an organization whose vision is a world free of MS. Through annual Walk MS events, the society provides programs and services to people with MS and funds cutting-edge research.

This year’s Birmingham Walk MS will be held on April 7. I urge you donate today to the Birmingham Walk MS to help provide those programs and services for people with MS in Alabama, and to fund research to find a cure for MS in my lifetime.

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On Sunday, we took a driving tour of Paris with the tour guide who took us to Versailles in his accessible cab. He drove past the Louvre and down the Champs-Élysées. As we watched nervously from the back seat, he maneuvered effortlessly through the crowded multi-lane traffic circle around the Arc de Triomphe.


TH at Sacred Coeur Basilica

He showed us historic palaces, churches and other buildings, including Napoleon’s Tomb and the Sacred Coeur Basilica, a Catholic church dedicated to the sacred heart of Jesus. Located at the summit of Montmartre — the highest point in Paris, this church was built in the 19th Century and is open to the public for prayer 24 hours a day.

Things got a little tense when our driver stopped the cab in a handicapped parking place near Notre Dame Cathedral. Members of the national police (holding automatic weapons) approached the cab and asked the driver to move on. He argued loudly with them – in true Parisian style — for 10 minutes, and they yelled back at him, until he finally agreed to leave. He later explained that the police wouldn’t allow him to park there because they were taking special precautions; on June 7, a terrorist had attacked a police officer with a hammer outside Notre Dame Cathedral.

Before we returned to the hotel, we asked our driver to make a special stop so we could hang a padlock on a bridge over the Seine. I had read about a tradition in some cities – including San Francisco and Paris, by which sweethearts symbolize their everlasting love by engraving their names on a padlock, or “love-lock,” hanging that lock on a bridge and throwing the key into the river below.

I had planned to leave a lock on a bridge in San Francisco last year but forgot to pack the padlock. But as I packed for Paris, I remembered the lock. I didn’t have access to engraving tools, so I wrote our initials on the lock with a Sharpie permanent marker before I packed it. (While writing our initials with a Sharpie  — instead of engraving them — might not guarantee everlasting love, it was worth a shot.)

We had hoped to hang our lock on Pont des Arts Bridge, as was the tradition in Paris, and add our lock to the hundreds of locks that hung there. But when we asked our driver about it, he explained that the locks on that bridge had been removed because of concerns that their weight would bring down the historic bridge. He did, however, know of one other bridge on the Seine where we could hang our lock, and he took us there. He pulled to the side of the road, and I sat in the car and watched as TH hung the lock on the bridge’s chain link fence and threw the key in the river.

On Monday, our last full day in Paris, we met our knowledgeable tour guide, Marie, who had studied art history and conducted tours in the area for two years. She took us on an extensive walking tour of the Left Bank. (Well, TH walked, and I rode my scooter.) She led us on an accessible route through the area; she knew where all the curb cuts were – and where they weren’t.

She showed us some of the buildings that make up Sorbonne University, as well as the oldest tree in Paris, the Shakespeare and Company bookstore and other sights in that part of the city.


Intricate carvings on the western wall of Notre Dame Cathedral

The highlight of the walking tour was a visit to Notre Dame Cathedral. As we approached this famous example of French Gothic architecture, Marie pointed out its flying buttresses, gargoyles and detailed carvings on the western wall.


Rose window in Notre Dame Cathedral

Although lines of tourists filled the courtyard, Marie escorted us through an accessible entrance with no line. Inside, we were awed by the cathedral’s beauty, including its three rose windows that retain much of their 13th Century glass.

Looking back on our trip, I realize its success was due in great part to our using Sage Traveling to plan it. The accessible transportation and tours we located using www.sagetraveling.com made the trip pleasurable as well as successful. I highly recommend this company to anyone who needs help with mobility issues on a European vacation.















If friends or relatives on your Christmas list have ties to Leeds, Alabama, consider buying them a copy of Leeds, a history of this small Alabama city that straddles Jefferson, Shelby and St. Clair counties.

A resident of Leeds for 25 years, I collaborated with Leeds native and City Historian Pat Hall to write the book. The 127-page book includes 200 photographs that tell the story of the people of Leeds, from the first generation to the present one, and their many accomplishments that make the city a pleasant place to live. The first history of Leeds to be published nationally, the book was released by Arcadia Publishing on Oct. 1, 2012.

You can order a copy of Leeds on my website, www.janenewtonhenry.com, or on www.amazon.com.


This four-part post describes my recent trip to Paris, France. I have posted this information because I hope other people with MS, or a close connection to MS, will read it, and it will make their MS journey easier.

No trip to Paris would be complete without French cuisine and a trip to the Louvre.

French cuisine

On most mornings in Paris, we enjoyed a relaxed breakfast at our hotel. The restaurant’s menu was extensive and included a variety of fresh-baked, mouthwatering breads and muffins that our friendly waiter reheated before serving.


TH enjoys lunch at a sidewalk cafe.

On more than one occasion, we enjoyed a light lunch — a sandwich, a glass of wine, and once, a decadent chocolate dessert — at a sidewalk café across the street from our hotel. Even the club sandwiches were delicious! As we ate, we people-watched while tour groups got off busses and walked past our table on their way to the Louvre.

In the evenings, we had dinner at our hotel or nearby restaurants suggested by the concierge. One evening, we went to an upscale French restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. As usual, Charles walked, while I took my scooter.

The sidewalks were narrow, and we had to backtrack once to a find a curb cut, but we managed to find the restaurant. I ordered chicken and TH (traveling husband) ordered lamb – and both were flavorful. But the highlight of the meal was the best Caesar salad either of us had tasted, made with small, crunchy leaves of Romaine and delectable dressing.


Venus de Milo by Alexandros.

The Louvre

On Saturday, our third day in Paris, we walked across the street from our hotel and toured the Louvre, the most visited museum in the world (7.4-million visitors last year).

We met Oran, our well-informed tour guide, in the courtyard, and she escorted us through an accessible entrance that led to the underground area, which was previously used for storage. She took us through many rooms in the museum, steering us easily to elevators and lifts that connected the museum’s levels.

Among the many artifacts, paintings and sculptures we saw at the Louvre were the “three ladies of the Louvre”: two statues – the Winged Victory of Samothrace and the Venus De Milo — and the famous painting of the Mona Lisa. Because I was on my scooter, I got to see the painting up close, while other tourists viewed it from behind a red velvet rope. I drove my scooter in front of the rope. They say that her eyes follow you, and, as I passed by her, they did just that.


The Coronation of Napoleon by Jacques-Louis David.


A 9,000-year-old prehistoric sculpture excavated in Ain Ghazai, Jordan.

We saw famous paintings, crown jewels, ancient artifacts, and Greek and Roman statuary.  But we didn’t realize until our tour ended that the Louvre’s collection doesn’t include the works of France’s famous Impressionist painters or other French artwork completed after the 1848 Revolution.

Although those works of art were originally part of the Louvre’s collection, art dated from 1848 though 1914 — including works by the French Impressionists — was moved to Paris’ newly renovated Orsay Museum in 1986.

The Orsay Museum houses the largest collection of Impressionist and post-Impressionist masterpieces in the world.

I made a mental note to visit the Orsay Museum on our next trip to the French capital. (Yes, we are planning a second trip in a few years!)


Next up: TH and I tour the streets of Paris.



This four-part post describes my recent trip to Paris, France. I have posted this information because I hope other people with MS, or a close connection to MS, will read it, and it will make their MS journey easier.


The Louvre

We arrived at the Charles de Gaulle Airport on a warm, sunny day in mid-June and picked up my scooter without a problem. Traveling husband (TH) and I took an accessible shuttle to the Hotel du Louvre’s front door.

I tooled inside on my scooter, which surprisingly fit into the historic hotel’s narrow elevator. When I opened the red velvet drapes on the floor-to-ceiling windows in our room, I saw an exterior wall of the Louvre Museum, directly across the street. We wandered the streets near the hotel, had lunch at a nearby sidewalk cafe and ate dinner at the hotel that evening.

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Our driver


On our second day in Paris, we headed to Versailles for our first tour. A driver picked us up at our hotel in a French car that resembled a PT Cruiser, with extra room between the front and back seats. With the help of a small ramp, I drove my scooter from the sidewalk into the car, where it fit between the seats, and TH and I settled into the back seat.


Our driver took us to the palace, 16 miles out of town, and I got back on my scooter for the tour. After I slowly navigated the jarring cobblestones on the palace grounds, we found our tour group and were escorted into the museum through an accessible entrance. Our guide made sure I was at the front of the group whenever she spoke, so I could see her as well as the items she spoke of.

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Tourists line up outside Versailles, waiting to get in.

Following a two-hour tour, we had a light lunch and took a self-tour of the gardens, which encompass more than three square miles on the west side of the palace. Although the gardens weren’t as accessible as the palace, we saw manicured lawns, a canal, and parterres of flowers and fruit trees, as well as fountains and sculptures – but the many flights of stairs connecting the gardens kept me from exploring them all. After the tour, our driver picked us up and took us back to our hotel.

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The gardens at Versailles

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Dinner cruise on the Seine

That evening, we took a cab to the Seine River for an accessible, romantic dinner cruise. We enjoyed French wines with dinner and were serenaded by a violinist as we slowly floated down the Seine past the Ile de la Cite, a natural island where the city stood in medieval days. We had our first views of Notre Dame, the Eiffel Tower and other historic buildings.

After the cruise, I was reminded the word “accessible” has many meanings, depending on the situation. While I got on and off the boat without a problem, I couldn’t take my scooter. Once underway, the boat’s air conditioning was shut off, and I became overheated and somewhat fatigued.

When we got off the boat, no cabs were available on the river level to take us back to our hotel. Because of my fatigue, I was unable to walk up to the street level to hail a cab, so TH walked until he found one and came back to pick me up.

This minor problem was caused by poor planning on our part. In hindsight, we should have asked our hotel’s concierge ahead of time whether cabs would be available after the cruise. Or we could have gotten Uber to pick us up. Instead, we incorrectly assumed we would be able to find a cab after we got off the boat. Lesson learned.


The gardens at Versailles

Next up: TH and I enjoy French cuisine and visit the Louvre.




This four-part post describes my recent trip to Paris, France. I have posted this information because I hope other people with MS, or a close connection to MS, will read it, and it will make their MS journey easier.


The Hall of Mirrors at Versailles Palace

Part 1 of 4: Planning the Trip

 When you’ve been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, as I was 19 years ago, you can expect the condition to weasel its way into your life in the strangest ways. But when you have a major life change, such as getting married, you know that having MS is bound to complicate matters.

After I became engaged late last year and started planning my June wedding and honeymoon, I feared that MS was going to throw a wrench in my plans. When my fiancé and I decided to honeymoon in Paris, we knew we would face a variety of accessibility challenges, including centuries-old buildings as well as sidewalks and streets paved — in many cases — with spine-jarring cobblestones.

Neither TC (my “traveling companion”) nor I had been to Paris, and neither of us spoke decent French, so we knew with needed help in planning an accessible six-day trip.

Sage Traveling helped minimize potential accessibility problems. The company’s website, www.sagetraveling.com, accurately states that the “friendly Europe accessible trip planners at Sage Traveling use our expertise in European accessible travel to create custom accessible holidays for people with all types of mobility issues … .”

By working with Sage Traveling prior to our trip, we located accessible transportation as well as tours that interested us. (The website also provides information about wheelchair rentals, cruises and much more. It also includes tips and FAQs about disabled travel.) I would recommend this company – and its website — to anyone needing help with mobility issues on a European vacation.

Paris would be my sixth trip using a mobility scooter — and my first to Europe. I had come a long way since last June, when we first vacationed with a scooter in Vancouver, B.C., and Montana’s Glacier National Park. On that trip, I was hesitant to use the scooter in certain situations. I felt embarrassed that I even needed to use a scooter; I didn’t like the idea of being perceived as disabled. As a result, I tired myself out while walking, when I could have conserved my energy for more enjoyable activities.

Since then, TC, along with my scooter and I, have vacationed in San Francisco and Napa Valley in October and visited St. Martin in the Virgin Islands in December. This year, we went to the Dominican Republic in April and Costa Rica in May. In June, we tied the knot and went on our honeymoon. During the process, TC became TH (traveling husband).

During our six days in Paris, our friendly and knowledgeable tour guides shepherded us through secret passageways between rooms at Versailles and curb cuts at Parisian intersections, elevators and lifts at the Louvre and a special entrance to Notre Dame – all of which met my needs for accessibility.

Next up: TH and I visit the Palace of Versailles and take a dinner cruise on the Seine.


My most recent post discussed ways in which medical insurance companies limit doctors’ choices about prescribing disease-modifying drugs (DMDs) for people diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. The post was titled, “I don’t want my insurance company to decide how my doctor can treat MS,” and you can read it here:

https://wordpress.com/post/janenhenry.wordpress.com/2218I don’t want my insurance company to decide how my doctor can treat my MS

As a follow-up, I present myself as an example of why insurance companies shouldn’t limit doctor’s choices when it comes to MS DMDs. People with MS can’t necessarily take all of the disease-modifying drugs (DMDs) on the market — for a number of reasons. In my case, I have had to change DMDs four times because of side effects. I am now on my fifth DMD in the 18 years since my diagnosis.


The first FDA-approved DMD, Betaseron hit the market in 1993. The demand for this injectable drug was so great that a lottery determined who would receive it. Only one in every five MS patients who entered the lottery was able to get it. It was some time after the lottery before Betaseron was available to all those who wanted it.

I began taking Betaseron in 1998, immediately after my diagnosis. Starting an injectable drug for the first time isn’t for sissies, but after I got used to the injections, everything went according to plan for a few years. Then, one day, I turned the color of a school bus, and  I was hospitalized for elevated liver enzymes.On the advice of my doctor, I stopped taking Betaseron immediately.


After six months of recuperation and oral steroids, my liver enzymes returned to normal. My doctor suggested I begin taking Copaxone, another injectable DMD. Again, things went well for a few years, but then Copaxone began causing injection-site reactions, including redness, swelling and pain. After a while, the reactions became too painful, so I stopped taking Copaxone.


Let’s back up a minute so I can explain about a problem that occurred with Tysabri, the first MS DMD to be administered by infusion instead of injection.

According to WebMD, “After the FDA first approved Tysabri, the drug’s manufacturer took it off the market [in 2004] due to reports of a rare but serious brain infection called PML (progressive multifocal leukoencephalopathy). The drug company introduced a program that requires everyone taking the medicine to register and follow-up in order to find any possible cases of PML as soon as possible. With these safety programs in place, the drug went back on the market [in 2006].”

At about the same time the FDA put Tysabri back on the market, I stopped taking Copaxone. My doctor suggested I start Tysabri, and I did. Then, in accordance with the new safety programs, she tested my blood immediately after my first infusion, and that test revealed antibodies for the John Cunningham (JC) Virus.

According to the Tysabri website, the risk of getting PML is tied to multiple factors, including having antibodies to the JC Virus. The JC Virus is common and harmless in most people—about 50 to 60 percent of the general public has antibodies to the JC Virus in their blood (an indication of infection by the virus)—but it can cause PML in people who have weakened immune systems, such as people taking Tysabri. Because of the antibodies, my doctor took me off Tysabri immediately.

It is important for MS patients to stay on a DMD. When you stop taking one of these drugs and don’t start another one as soon as possible, you increase your risk of an exacerbation and disease progression. But after my experience with Tysabri, I got cold feet about trying other DMDs. I didn’t try another one until seven years later, when the FDA approved Tecfidera, the first oral MS therapy.


Tecfidera wasn’t a walk in the park, either. It was a pill, which was great — no more needles! But it came with a couple of side effects that sidelined me. One was flushing. And by flushing, I don’t mean my face turned slightly pink as if I were embarrassed; I mean my red, blotchy skin felt like it was on fire. Not only did it burn, it itched. All day and all night.

I called my doctor’s office and told the nurse about the flushing, and she suggested taking an aspirin a day would help. As soon as I started doing that, the flushing subsided.

The second, longer-term, side effect was nausea–24 hours a day. I hung in there as long as I could, hoping the nausea would subside. The prescribing information indicated it “may” subside within a month. But mine didn’t. So I stopped taking Tecfidera.


In the meantime, my MS began to progress; my gait problems and other symptoms began to worsen, so my doctor suggested I try Aubagio, another oral therapy. Unlike other DMDs, Aubagio had been shown to slow the progression of the disease. But when I did the preliminary testing to start the drug, I grew concerned by the need to be tested for tuberculosis. So I chickened out.

During the next year, my gait continued to worsen. Physical therapy didn’t help. I increased the amount of exercise I did, but my gait didn’t get any better. So I decided to try Aubagio.

The drug was known to have a couple of  side effects that concerned me. One was nausea and a second was hair loss. I have been fortunate and haven’t experienced either of them.

But I don’t expect to continue to take Aubagio for a long time. My doctor has already identified another drug expected to be approved by the FDA in the next six months that she thinks will benefit me more than Aubagio, and she wants to move me to that drug when it is approved.


After using five DMDs in 18 years, I don’t think insurance companies should be able to remove them from formularies or to change protocols for their use. We need all of the treatment options we can get. The DMDs are all we have to help minimize relapses and limit the progression of this debilitating disease. There is no cure for MS — at least not yet.

The bottom line is I think it’s wrong for insurance companies to make treatment decisions for MS patients. Those decisions should be left to those with more medical expertise — our doctors.











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