I think we identify ourselves by labels or things that we are able to do: I am this. I am a good cook. I am a good mother. I am a good this. I am a good doctor. I am a good lawyer. When you can’t do those things anymore, you wonder where your identity is.

It's the moms who always have to work a little harder, to make everything right.

It may look perfect, but that's one thing I have learned about life is that it isn't always what it looks.

It can be here today and gone tomorrow.

We all have burdens and we need to learn to carry each other's burdens, lighten each other's load.

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

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.