Elissa Berlinger, her husband Ron, and their daughters.

Dear Friends,

As I reflect on the impact the Rocky Mountain MS Center has had on my journey with multiple sclerosis, I thought I would start at the beginning. Officially diagnosed on April 23, 2010, I remember that day vividly. It was both a relief and a new beginning. For years, I had experienced a range of symptoms — numbness, tingling, fatigue, and more — that I brushed off as mere inconveniences. However, the diagnosis provided clarity and opened the door to critical treatment and support.

The advanced medical care and supportive community have empowered me to embrace life rather than be defined by my diagnosis. My personal experience has also enriched my professional path, allowing me to provide counseling and education to others facing similar challenges.

Thanks to the incredible care I received at the
Rocky Mountain MS Center, I have been able
to lead a fulfilling life while managing my MS.

The advanced medical care and supportive community have empowered me to embrace life rather than be defined by my diagnosis. My personal experience has also enriched my professional path, allowing me to provide counseling and education to others facing similar challenges.

I have had the honor of meeting countless individuals and families impacted by MS. Every story is unique, yet they all share a common thread: the need for understanding and connection. The Rocky Mountain MS Center plays a vital role in fostering that connection and providing needed programs and services, all helping those living with MS realize they are not alone in their journey.

I humbly ask for your support to ensure that these vital programs and services continue to thrive.

Your donation will directly contribute to the ongoing education, resources, and community support that make a difference in the lives of those living with MS.

As a final note, I’d like to share a story. When I was first diagnosed with MS, I experienced a lot of falls. One time, while I was in a store in the college town I was living in, I fell. A store employee came over to help me, but I struggled to get my feet underneath me and couldn’t get up. I felt embarrassed, which made the situation even more complicated. Once I composed myself, I approached her and explained, “I have MS, and I fall sometimes.” She shared that she had mistakenly thought I was saying, “I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess,” instead of “I have MS.” I have cherished this interaction because it reminds me to keep my sense of humor and embrace the challenges that come with MS.

Thank you so much for your vital support,