🦸‍♀️ Marvel's MS Superhero 🦸‍♂️

I would use Lhermitte's sign as a superpower , once I look down and get the buzzing shock feeling , it’ll shoot me up into the air so I can fly.
A shy young singer loses all hope of fame and stardom when she is diagnosed with MS. Although she feels her dreams are shattered being diagnosed with an incurable autoimmune disease, she realizes her debilitating symptoms can become special powers for her when she learns to embrace them one by one.

After 2 flares of optic neuritis I was able to read and break secret codes with my left eye. My tinnitus transformed to a unique sonar receptor to hear the calls of where I was needed. The MS hug solidified my torso providing an impenetrable shield. My language challenges became a language dialect only understood by other superheroes and the pins and needles in my legs became electric darts to disable the movement of the enemies. When my fatigue becomes to great I disappear out of harm’s way and I am transported to a recharging bed. At the point of energy depletion, I have given my team a solid advantage in fighting evil. Upon awakening I head to the Arctic where the cold makes me the strongest to capture villains hiding in the crevices of glaciers.


I was once a scientist, and when diagnosed with MS I used my intelligence to optimize the powers of amulets I bought as beautiful bracelets at an antique store in New England. When I am not saving the world, I am part of a research team trying to cure MS. I also have the ability to laugh at my clumsiness & foibles.

MS Warrior Emma was not having any great success with the conventional disease modifying drugs so her neurologist put her into a trial program to try something new. This new drug helped prevent relapses by day but by night Emma discovered a weird new power. Now she could behave like her over active lymphocytes and penetrate through barriers, such as walls, that wasn't possible before. Her mysterious and trusty sidekick, her walking cane, alerts her to danger nearby. Emma and her cane can go through any barrier to help the victim on the other side. She carries a first aid kit, and world first knowledge on health and aid (from all her years learning about her own body and brain). These she uses to tend to victims before the ambulance arrives. Paramedics don't know who she is but they whisper about the warrior with a cane, thanking her for the lifesaving help she provides.

Loved the Darkhawk article and I love this idea. My superhero story:

Burdened with heavy limbs and the feeling of being weighed down by concrete, some days are tough. Some days feel nearly impossible to get through. There aren't a lot of things that provide relief, but on occasion, it's a nice distraction to pick up a pen and write. That's how I discovered my superpower.

It was a normal, "heavy" day. I went to work as usual, returned home to my family, cooked spaghetti for dinner, listened to my daughters tell me about their days at school, then finally found a moment to myself. I had a good idea for a poem and grabbed by notebook. I couldn't find a pen anywhere around the house, and I didn't feel like packing my heavy legs around to search for one. I called for my youngest daughter and asked her for a pen. She returned a moment later with the most bedazzled, blinged out ink pen I'd ever seen. That night, I sat down and wrote for a long time. Before bed, I put away my notebook and dropped the pen into my purse.

The next day, my heavy limbs returned. In the office, I was doing paperwork with my new, fancy pen. I felt like I was moving in slow motion and couldn't keep up with those around me. I wished everyone else would just slow down for a bit and give me a chance to catch up. Suddenly, the pace of the room seemed to slow. The copier slowed down! The phone actually rang slower! People around me seemed to be moving in slow motion. I dropped the pen in disbelief! At that moment, everything went back to regular speed.

I sat at my desk in shock. This couldn't be possible. It seemed like there was only one thing I could do. I picked up the pen again. Again, I wished for everything around me to match my pace-- for those around me not to feel my pain, but to feel the result of these concrete limbs. And again, the room slowed. I knew this sparkled pen was not any regular pen, and I knew it could be used for good. I stuck the pen in my pocket and made it through the work day with the excitement of this secret power. On my drive home, I wished for a reckless driver to slow down, and before I knew it, they were driving in the slow lane on the interstate.

I felt powerful. Instead of feeling burdened, limited, and slow, I felt like I knew a secret no one else knew. Instead of spending time thinking my MS was a curse, I started thinking my pen was magical. And I was mighty!