Everywhere I go people come up to me, they mob me - anyone who has MS or has a relative with MS - they come up and hug and cry.

You can never ask God to tell you what the end is. You can ask, "Is this a good thing to do?" But not, "How is this going to turn out?" That answer you will never get.

I'd sit on a horse and forget I was even sick.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well, in the storybooks I read, there were never long, long, rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.

The thing that's nice about pregnancy is that in the end, you have a baby.

Motherhood was my career. I'm totally satisfied with that.

When you're used to being healthy and strong and vibrant and everything and then - bang - overnight you're desperately ill, it's frightening.