I am carefree. I have MS. It has tried to strip me of my life's independence. It has almost succeeded physically, but because of mans inventions it has not succeeded. So I keep on keeping on. Some say, I sing because I am happy, I write because I am happy. The fat lady has not sung yet because I am sitting on her. She cannot get up. So until she pushed me off, I am going to continue on. Right now she is struggling to breath, but she is still breathing!