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March 17, 2026
Losing yourself piece by piece
When I read the blurb for Fletcher and Vince’s story, I knew I had to read this book. Vince has MS, and my sister-in-law did, too. We never really spoke about it, and my brother and I were both busy as caretakers for our spouses as we got into our 60s and 70s, so we never discussed it in depth, either. I knew my sister-in-law had MS, she had issues with nerves, she had good days or good periods, then there would be bad ones, then good ones again, but not as good as before the bad ones came. I saw her change over the years in what she could do, but never really thought much about it as I was dealing with a different set of circumstances with my husband over those same years. This book opened my eyes to what she went through with the increased loss of mobility over the years, making me more aware of things I noticed more in passing than anything, pretty much oblivious to what it meant for her, my brother, and their marriage. They were active and had enjoyed boating and going in their motor home, the last couple years when she was totally wheelchair bound, but they continued to enjoy life as much as possible within the constraints of her illness. They did what Fletcher and Vince planned to do, take each day as it came, thankful for the time they had together, ready to face whatever the disease and life threw at them head on, always there for each other.
My brother was Fletcher to me in this book, Vince was my sister-in-law, Sally, and what Fletcher and Vince went through…