10/02/2026
I’m not sure I’ve ever publicly shared this whole story.
October marks 3 years since I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS).
As I sit here getting my 5th infusion, it feels like a good time to share a little about my journey.
Three years ago, I woke up one morning and immediately knew something wasn’t right. I was seeing double. I rubbed my eyes, blinked a million times… nothing changed.
So, naturally, I started Googling. And I convinced myself I had a brain tumor.
I called Kyle and told him to come home. I got Ashlynn on the bus and called my neighbor to come get Reagan. I tried to stay calm for everyone else, but inside I was absolutely freaking out. I called my dad crying and said, “Google says it’s neurological.”
This sounds dramatic now, but I truly thought I might have a brain tumor and that I could die. Before we left, I wrote a note to the girls telling them how much I loved them and left it on my desk in case I didn’t make it back home.
And honest to God, one of the things that brought me comfort in that moment was knowing I had a decent-sized life insurance policy.
If something happened to me, my girls would be financially okay. They wouldn’t have to move. Kyle wouldn’t have to immediately worry about money on top of everything else.
And for the record—I wasn’t a State Farm agent yet, so I’m not just saying that now because I sell life insurance. 😂
Ironically, that same day I was supposed to be meeting with my new manager for the Agent Intern program.
Instead, Kyle took me to the ER.
They did a CT scan and told me everything looked fine. They thought it was probably vertigo but suggested I stop at the eye doctor on my way home.
I started texting my friend who worked at the eye doctor. She got me in right away, and after examining me, they told me I needed to go straight back to the ER for an MRI.
So… back to the ER we went.
After several more hours, I finally had an MRI.
Then a neurologist walked into my room, pulled up the scans of my brain and started pointing out lesions.
Likely MS. I remember hearing Kyle’s deep breathing and knowing he was fighting back tears.
I needed another MRI.
I was being admitted.
There was so much information coming at me, and I remember thinking…
What even is MS?!
I remember my mom telling me she was praying it wasn’t MS, and I told her, “It’s better than the alternative I thought it was.”
The next day, MS was confirmed.
I started five days of steroid infusions. Kyle even made me “sunglasses” that blocked one eye because if one eye was covered, I could see normally. 😂
Then, on day six, I woke up…
and my vision was back.
If you Google MS after being diagnosed, it’s terrifying. You see wheelchairs, walkers and all of the things that could happen.
Thankfully, my journey has been relatively easy thus far.
After some trial and error finding the right medication, I now get an infusion twice a year that lasts about 5–6 hours. I have an MRI once a year. And most days, I wouldn’t even know I have MS.
I know that isn’t everyone’s MS story, and I’m incredibly grateful that this has been mine so far.
But sitting here today getting another infusion, I keep thinking about that scared 33-year-old mom who left a note for her little girls on her desk because she didn’t know if she was coming home.
And I keep thinking about the strange sense of peace I had knowing that if the worst happened, they would be financially taken care of.
So here’s my life insurance PSA:
Get life insurance before something happens that makes you wish you had.
You don’t buy it because you expect something terrible to happen.
You buy it because none of us know what tomorrow morning is going to look like.
The peace of mind it gave me on one of the scariest days of my life was worth every single premium I had ever paid.
I promise. ❤️
