If you’ve had a relapse, such as my epic one earlier this year, you almost want it to prove itself.
Mind you, that proof would take the form of lesions on the brain, which is definitely not a good thing.
So I was torn when I had my last MRI. Having just re-entered the real world after being locked in an abysmal cycle of worsening symptoms for over five months, I was enjoying my freedom.
The thought of having to factor in another course of Campath in amongst getting The Teenager University-ready was something my brain just couldn’t compute.
On the other hand, if the scan showed up nothing, what on earth was going on? Is this it? Can I expect more of these epic MS smacks-around-the-face? Would this be my life from now on?
Anyway, the excellent news is, my scan is clear, and that is all that matters. No disease progression. No need for further treatment at this stage. My brain is just fine.
After saying, ‘thank you, thank you, OMG, thank you’ over and over again to my MS nurse who imparted this wondrous news, I then asked, ‘erm, so what do I do now?’
Well, nothing. It’s a kind of waiting game. The relapses I’m experiencing are normal for my type of MS. And there you have it, MS in a nutshell. You just don’t know. You’ll never know, from one day to the next, how it’s going to hit you. Every day is a lucky-dip.
Take this week. On Monday, I was awake. Fully awake. No yawns, not much pain, minimal brain fog. Apart from the usual twinges and walking in to walls, I was fine. On Tuesday, the nerves in my legs were on fire. I fell asleep after work and my hands went numb with alarming frequency. I tripped over in the kitchen, scattering chopped rosemary all over the floor (can’t blame the cat this time).
I’m beyond relieved I don’t need treatment this year; every day I wake up and it’s like remembering the glorious news all over again. The absolute relief is immense. Yet the fear hasn’t receded.
But hey, this is life. As The Teenager quoted to me earlier from John Lennon, as we were waiting for him to have his meningitis jab, ‘Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end’.
Deeeelighted to hear that news. Hope it lifts your spirits sky high? It’s lovely to have some positive vibes? Onwards and upwards. On a negative note( but not serious) I’m in hot sweat hell … I hear it comes with being 50?? …. hanging around the freezer isle in Tescos?
Thank you! It certainly does feel amazing to have great news for once 🙂 Time to make the most of the rest of the year and put the relapse behind me.
Hope the hot flushes pass soon! I often find my friend hanging around by the fridge with the door wide open 🙂