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Strike 3 and the right parathyroid is outta here!

Said the Jenn 7 months ago in a blog draft immediately following the right parathyroid extraction surgery anticipating I would immediately feel better and immediately get to resume my routine. Yet, here we are and there has not been one noticeable positive change. I’ve retrogressed. Badly. So much so that in March I began to consider going to the Mayo Clinic as my last ditch effort to get fresh eyes on this situation as I’ve been determined to obtain answers. So, after filling out a ton of health background forms, I finally scheduled an appointment and reached out to my team of physicians to please provide whatever the Mayo Clinic needed. They agreed verbally, but when it came down to actually faxing my history to Mayo, they couldn’t be bothered. My neurologist, for example, got covid and almost died so unfortunately for patients like me, her priorities changed and following through on a simple commitment, in which she had a month to send the needed blood work treatment summaries information

The little culprit was taken out December 15, yet the last several months have provided an immense level of frustration. My ENT and I had placed so much hope in my health improving with the right parathyroid extraction. Imagine the disappointment of realizing I hadn’t improved. Of realizing the surgery was in vain. Of wondering if there are answers? And realizing this pile of horse-crap that I was handed might be the most and the best that the Jenn has in which to look forward…

Several months ago in March I began entertaining thoughts of going to the Mayo Clinic. Great idea, correct? I mean they’re world-renowned experts, right? My motivation was to get fresh-eyes on my situation. I have seen 3 Endocrinologists, 3 ENT’s, 2 Neurologists, 1 OBGYN (for that list of ongoing female issues) and a PCP and a naturopath in the last 12 months, yet not 1 had a fresh perspective or idea. Apparently they no longer encourage those physicians with fresh outside the box ideas like Dr. Gregory House to explore those anomalies which ultimately have a cause, but lack interesting substance or maybe it’s the ultimate motivation. Money. Perhaps doctors have written me off because of my health and that I won’t be around long enough to make it worth the effort.

The Mayo neurologist in Scottsdale definitely had a predetermined narrative. I shared everything that was going sideways with my health, when it began, etc and she had a pre- formulated prognosis. That I was experiencing PPMS. What?!? That still doesn’t make any sense. My regular neurologist had not even shared that as a possibility. Almost 28 years since the MS diagnosis in 1994, 26 of which have been symptomatic and under prescription treatment, so denial of this disease is not even in not even in the scope of possibility. Maybe your denial, but definitely not mine. Hypercalcaemia, osteoporosis, anemia, hyperthyroidism, Hashimotos, and then there are those pesky uterine fibroids that have no relation to PPMS that cause an obnoxious bleeding to excessive amounts of bleeding every month during my cycle for 3-12 days or however long my annoying Aunt Flo comes to visit. So how may I get answers to those questions, Mayo Clinic? But wait, expert Doctor, as I recall, you couldn’t be bothered to listen as you interrupted with your expert prognosis.

B and I packed-up and drove home with T after my appointment at the Mayo. We were both numb from shock, having anticipated a very different experience with hopes of driving away with positive outcomes and treatment options. I was not this round’s lottery winner.

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One year ago…

My PCP diagnosed me with anemia. A few months later, I received the hypercalcaemia diagnosis from my endocrinologist, quickly followed by an Osteoporosis diagnosis and put on a drug that might cause me to lose a tooth or two. I want to be off that drug ASAP. Despite all the cumulative crap I’ve been dealing with since ‘17, I finally have a sliver of good news to share.

My endocrinologist at my July appointment basically threw-up his hands and said he’s sending me to an ENT because my symptoms don’t match my numbers, but he believes there’s something indicitive of a tumor, although the thyroid and parathyroid ultrasounds and nuclear medicine tests revealed nothing. My downward spiral of symptoms going from a pretty healthy patient (minus the MS) to going straight down a toilet as my gait in just a few months became that of a 90-year-old trying to be purposeful with each labored step.

Last weekend at church, as I walked to my vehicle and I heard someone behind me and glanced back to see who it was. The older gentleman has always reminded me of my late grandfather and I stopped so he could catch-up to me. He said he had never seen me walk so slow. I laughed and asked if it was really that noticable. Then he went on to explain how he’d always seen me actively chasing the little ones all over and then said he was keeping me in prayer. I tend to be guarded about sharing anything specific, but last Sunday morning, I was confident that the Holy Spirit put it on my heart to share with a few people at church that I was scheduled for surgery December 15 for a pararthyroidectomy.

My endocrinologist did send me to an ENT, who after viewing all the pictures, labs and radiology reports, sent me to another ENT. Well that ENT sent me to his ENT, who is head of the ENT department at the university in town and his MA was able to schedule me for an appointment to see him a week later. I told B I was tempted to cancel the appointment because I was tired of wasting my time and being referred and referred to another doctor, and another doctor, etc. B asked me to keep the appointment and if I still walked away after the appointment feeling dislcouraged and like I wasted my time, then we would seek other treatment. Funny how I get so frustrated that I might have some extreme tendencies to for example, jump off cliffs because it just makes more sense to me to do something drastic , ya know) and then B has this level of discernment that can reel me in and produce peace with a few words.

Well that ENT, about 60 seconds into the appointment, said he had viewed and studied the pictures of my parathyroid and explained he believed at least one part, potentially two of the four-part parathyroid had tumors. I asked him how long he had specialized in ENT studies. 30 years. Only 30 years!! Then he said, “ I’ve seen this before, these symptoms and pictures . I’m confident if we do the 15 minute surgery to take out the parathyroid, that you should start feeling better almost immediately in the recovery room.” And with those few words, those tear ducts started filling up. You might remember that this girl does not cry…. her eyes sweat.

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Ongoing Variables

Prior to the five day Lemtrada treatment in ’16, a team of lab consultants and vampires phlebotemists took eight vials of blood along with the contents of my bladder to establish my base-lines for what my normal numbers were. My thyroid, and red and white blood cells were all completely within a normal range in that analysis two weeks prior to the Lemtrada commencement. Even with Multiple Sclerosis, all these were very much within the range labeled “normal.” I’m explaining this because the following will be somewhat of a brief meaning of the physiological changes that occurred following treatment. We knew of the potential side effects that could happen and from reading the disclosures, there were definitely adverse side effect occurances. With the information that MS could be eliminated through the treatment, I saw the treatment as a calculated risk.

Well, I became the Lemtrada anomaly. My neurologist received reports following those monthly labs to show how my body continued to respond to the treatment. About five months post Lemtrada my thyroid started showing things were changing so off I went to an endocrinologist who put me on medication to control the overcompensating hyperthyroid and a few months later, it became hypothyroidism for my underactive thryoid. Apparently my thyroid couldn’t make up its mind.

In the middle of all this the endocrin diagnosed me with Hashimotos, with vague instructions to stay away from gluten. I thought for a second that that was going to be easy to stay away! How silly was I? Once I researched gluten and found that it was in bread – I love baking bread – and that gluten is in so many of my favorite things {read as nearly everything} many candies I enjoy that include red licorice. But then once I became intentional to stay away from gluten for a month, which began in February 2019, things changed. Those chronic gut aches finally ceased. Over time, gluten-free has become more of a staple in grocery stores as gluten-free snack options are more available. While all these changes started in me and I needed to create my new normal , I was delighted to discover gluten-free snacks in stock with Amazon Prime. Did I mention Gluten-free chocolate covered pretzels?!?! Yum! Simply delightful.

Then a couple months later, the medication changed back to control my hyperthyroid’s overactive antics, but that didn’t go well but after all the nonsense, my numbers finally leveled-off. Then, of all the obscure causes why I didn’t respond well to the prescription, my endocrin said I was allergic to the dye in the prescription pills, so she wrote the Rx in such a way so my pharmacy filled the Rx with non-dyed pills. But then my encodcrinologist moved to Sweden and I was not responding well to the medication anyway so I opted to elimininate the idea of finding another endocrinologist. I didn’t really like her. My first appointment with her was weird. She asked many questions about when and how the MS was diagnosed and in that I explained that auto-immune was in my genes so it was definitely in my genetic make up to rear it’s ugly head. The doc’s take-away was telling me that I missed my calling to go to medical school and figure out why my MS was affecting me and why auto-immune put a target on my family or why Lemtrada screwed up my physiology. Apparently her playbook for me was to discover why I should’ve become a world-reknowned doctor who discovered a cure for MS. I’m not kidding or exagerating about one iota of this.

I would love to say I fired that doc, but timing was such that when I decided to not see this endocrin any longer, she went MIA over-seas. I took the opportunity to be in control, which I should’ve done at the beginning of all this nonsense and researched thyroid supplements and those most highly rated on Amazon. I read many reviews and ordered one supplement. I took for a couple months, but then after I decided that chronic diarhea, even as a temporary side-effect really sucked, I ordered a different highly rated supplement. And “Behold! No chronic diarhea? We had a winner!” Said Jenn after taking it for a month with no unwelcome side-effects. So with the supplement, I felt decent and have continued taking it for a few years now.

Then last September, my (now remember I had to agree to monthly labs for five years following Lemtrada.). Things started changing again with my physiology and my neurologist called and asked me to take a copy of my labs with me to see my PCP. What’s changed this time? I started feeling sick in mid-September ’20. Those labs said I was anemic. Apparently, as of February I’m no longer anemic, but if that’s true why am I still experiencing heart palpitations? Coincidentally, I just felt lousy. This coming December, it will have been five years since Lemtrada ended, but changes were still happening. My internal system has allegedly flushed the toxic chemical cocktail from my body, but things are going awry. For a couple years I put reading my Bible on hold while I was working through my anger at God for allowing our first foster placement after two years with us from birth, be sent to an unknown distant family member in St. Louis.

Perhaps the stress from that situation was another culprit for making my health go sideways. Whatever is going on, I feel like I’m in a fight for my life right now. My new Endocrin tested me for a list of about 25 things in December. A few of those things included conditions related to osteoporosis because with my initial intake appointment with him, he looked at my prior bloodwork and saw that in my urine, there is a high level of calcium, which isn’t normal. My body is leaking calcium. I’m too young to have osteoporosis. Which means I will need surgery to put a stop to this and have my parathyroid removed. I sought a second opinion and that doctor was in agreement that the parathyroid is indeed the problem child. I have an appointment for a bone density scan which should confirm the need for surgery and with the parathyroid removed, it should put a stop to the “calcium leak.”

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Last June I began reading my Bible again and it’s timely that I am reading Job in the middle of my own health nightmare. God is faithful. I’ve seen and experienced healing in myself and others in years passed. But I’ve doubted him so much and prayed for my own end in order to to be rid of what I know will likely be temporary pain and discomfort. The pain and chronic discomfort that I’ve felt in the last six months is like nothing I’ve experienced before. God healed my MS in 2005. He healed my Dad’s cancer and continues to keep it away. So how dare I doubt his goodness?!?! One of B’s clients has a mom who is also a believer and she told my husband she had a dream about me and that she received a word that I would be healed. But like the Isrealites and their chronic complaining through the desert for 40 years for an 11 day journey, I have to keep my faith and remind myself that like Danny Gokey’s song, I “Just Haven’t Seen It Yet.” The light at the end of the tunnel has become faint, but I have to have faith that my struggles have not been in vain.

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I am a work in progress…

I was blogging with somewhat of a purpose, but then I started analyzing and reanalyzing every stinking thing I do and do not do.  I feel like a mouse trapped in a maze because I have been all over the map trying to figure out what my point is and answer the million dollar question of why do I do what I do? I’ve ultimately determined that my blog is for me.  When I began blogging some years ago. I had hopes illusions of reaching a massive following for those with MS and/or their care-partners and even more of those who were interested in knowing more about being a Christ-follower in the middle of battling a debilitating illness and trying to mainfain faith and trust that God was still good when my Multiple Sclerosis was spiraling out of control.

And it was. I went from being for the most part able-bodied and independent to having to learn to self-catheterize when I couldn’t empty my bladder on my own. Using a cane became obsolete when I had to graduate to using a walker and finally upgrade to a wheelchair all within six months … and back then in October 2001 when I was struggling in my position and could no longer do my job as a consumer loan officer, my neuroligist said I likely wouldn’t see my 30th birthday, which was still some years away. I’m briefly explaining all that to get around to my point that I am going to blog for me because I enjoy writing.  If anyone follows my non-nonsensical gibberish or rantings that get tossed around in my mind, then sure, I hope you enjoy yourself, are encouraged or at the least, can smile at something said, but don’t expect anything Nobel prize worthy. I’m writing for myself as it can be therapeutic. My story is not debateable because it is MY experience and I will not apologize for MY convictions. Consider that fair-warning.

As a Christian I do get mad, upset or annoyed when unexpected circumstances or events (like bad health) put a hiccup in MY plans. Really? Indeed. Because I am a control-feak extrordinaire, but am always trying to give up my own illusions of what I want and instead work toward fulfilling God’s plan for my life. I am a sinner. That’s not a badge, just a recognition that I am so far from being perfect. I have made some massive mistakes that years later, I still struggle with forgiving myself. I am a Christ-follower.  There is a difference because many label themselves as Christians, but they don’t have a relationship with God, pray etc.

Be confident that that is not a judgement of anyone because only God knows an individual’s heart. I am actively seeking God’s will for my life on a continual basis and although I mess-up many times every day, I try to stay on-track. I have a lot of Biblical head kowledge, but am trying to get myself to having more heart knowledge. That is not a pat on my back for ‘intentions’ because intentions do NOT count or provide any points for scoring if that’s how you grade yourself. 2000 years later, Jesus still remains the only perfect human. Perfection is impossble, but God is always at work in people’s lives to refine us into who we’re supposed to be for his purposes.

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Merry Christmas!


Yesterday, we made plans to visit Las Vegas’s hotels that display extravagant and beautiful Christmas decor.  We set a time to get-together with another couple (my husband’s pseudo-family), but we got distracted and failed to call the other couple in a timely fashion to let them know we were running late.  My  husband asked me to call and warned that there’d be “drama.”  I called and apologized and laughed explaining that we didn’t realize it was so late, but before I could even finish an apology, the wife interrupted by unleashing a tirade about ruining their day, ruining their plans, etc., then hung up on me.  Wow!  Silly me, because I thought the practice of hanging up on someone, was, “So junior high!” but this retired woman is nearly a half of a century late for bringing-back the immature behavior.  

But……. that wasn’t the first time.  About eighteen months ago, the wife (very much a stranger at the time) pulled the same stunt, yelling at me, unleashing her verbal venom that began when I returned her call.  Her prior message neither indicated it was urgent or life-threatening, so when I did call her back within a couple of days, she began her tirade with, “You’re so selfish, Jennifer for not calling sooner, you’ve always been selfish and it’s no wonder why people think you’re selfish.”  Clearly, she has control issues in that she does not maintain any effective filters or maintain self-control or consideration for the damage she causes during her rantings.  Bless her daughter-in-law who explained that they take the high-road because it costs to much to be involved when the wife is mid-metamorphosis into Wifezilla.  No wonder they limit their contact!  We’re not even actual family, so my guess is that everyone gets their “fair-share” of the woe-man’s mean-streak.    

Return to present when my husband heard yesterday’s call because it was on speaker.  He got an angry message from the husband shortly after Wifezilla ranted at me and said he’d wait a day to call.  The whole thing should not have been a “thing,” but the way she yelled and spewed, one might think that the world ended.  Good grief – it was a plan to see some Christmas lights!  I received a call this morning from the husband, saw who on caller ID, but before I answered, I prayed and asked God over and over to allow cooler heads to prevail.  I was never angry, just a little irritated that this was even an issue in the first place.  Our call was friendly and he said they’d cooled off (thank you, Lord) and when he paused, I took the opportunity to express that our intent was never to “ruin everyone’s day,” we were distracted, I was sorry for not calling sooner and that I hoped we can all get past this.  I am thankful that the husband called and used clear thinking in this situation because Wife’s habit of dramatic histrionics is over-the-top and unnecessary.   

I place emphasis on the point to avoid getting caught up in irrelevant, nonsensical situations like this.  I learned from various experience in the past, that stress is very much a catapult to an MS retrogression.  Once I learned to not allow various stress triggers into my thought-patterns and over-all-life, my health improved.  It became simple to “not play a culprit’s game.”  Yesterday, when I didn’t react to the  woe-man’s theatrics, I did myself a favor and at the same time, I did not give in to the not-so-enticing temptation that Satan dangled before me, and therefore honored God.  I did take the high road and that isn’t to praise my own self-control, but to convey the necessity of recognizing one’s stress-triggers.  Learning to recognize and control these triggers by walking away from them or choosing to NOT engage in them, is essential especially for family / friend gatherings.  Remember gatherings are supposed to be celebratory and by giving in to engaging in nonsense, we take attention away from the focal point.  

Because I am away from my family in Washington through 2013’s holidays, I am so grateful for the years and years of family birthdays, Thanksgivings and Christmases.   I miss my family terribly and I think because of this silly situation, I am even more sensitive to NOT allowing irrelevant crap take the spotlight from the reason for the season.  A few days ago, I wrote the entry “Filterless.”  Today’s entry piggy-backed on “Filterless.”   Appreciate and love your families to the fullest.  Don’t miss an occasion to share that you love your families and friends and don’t waste the opportunity to apologize if needed as there may not be another opportunity to do so.  Thank you for reading.  Have a very Merry Christmas!          

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MS retrogression…

When the second exacerbation occurred in ’97, my neurologist wrote the prescription for my first CRAB MonSter treatment.  Those of you in the know, understand the acronym CRAB stands for Copaxone, Rebif, Avonex, Betaseron and my Neurologist prescribed Avonex.  The idea of a weekly injection was inconvenient because I was determined to fight this MonSter on my own, but because of the administration of the drug and its side-effects, it became a couple’s issue.  Avonex was designed as an intramuscular injection, therefore, the needle was longer and thicker for going directly  into the muscle.  

Among the onset of symptoms with the exacerbation, was a slight tremor.  I was right-handed and of course, this tremor affected only my right hand. The tremor-like symptom has forced me over the years to become ambidextrous, but at the time, doing the injection for myself was not an option. The tremor did not play nice, nor did it allow me to accurately inject and by default, my husband’s steady hand made more sense for completing the weekly ritual.  Avonex resources were “dialed-in” and provided us with drug prep training and administration training so that both of us were entirely comfortable with the whole Avonex process before we were ready to inject on our own.  

God bless my husband for embracing the training and practicing the process until he was ready to inject that (what appeared to me at the time was a 14 inch) needle.  Realistically, it was only a couple inches long, but injecting something into a loved-one that would ultimately cause pain was very different than going into the doctor’s office for a routine, but somewhat impersonal flu-shot, for example.  Because of the tremor, I had to resign myself to allowing my husband to be my care-partner, which was something I have embraced over the years, but at the time, felt as though my independence was being ripped away from me, without my permission and happened way too early since I was only 23 years old.   

The first couple of solo injections were supervised to ensure nothing was overlooked.  In 15 years of medications, praise God that there has not been even a hiccup.  I switched from Avonex in Spring of ’01, but the ritual went like this:  we washed our hands, my husband swabbed the vial of liquid with alcohol, extracted the liquid with the syringe and injected it into the other vial to dissolve the pill-like substance of Avonex from its original form, I bared one of my hips in the mirror, marked a spot with a crescent-like nail imprint, cleaned the spot with alcohol, waited for the alcohol to dry and my mind greatly increased the length of the needle and syringe.  Truthfully, it was not excessively long when he injected the Avonex.  

With the knowledge that Avonex was an interferon drug and was prone to offer flu-like symptoms, we determined that the injection should be Friday night so that I might sleep through the flu-like side-effects and wake Saturday morning, ready to tackle the remainder of the weekend with whatever we had planned.  But God, in his desire to make me slow down said, “Not so Fast, Missy.”  The lesson was:


The whole thing was the first of many lessons over the years that God used to teach me to recognize that I must be flexible, for myself as well as for family and friends. The flu-like symptoms rendered me useless for several hours.  In the beginning, I fought the symptoms, but in my stubbornness, I made myself worse for not allowing myself to take the much-needed rest that God was trying to show me was mandatory in order for me to improve.  It took a few years, but the situation was the beginning of many lessons in the realization that nothing I did would ever control the outcome of anything, especially that of my MS’s debilitating status. 

 

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Beginning MS

The symptoms that led up to my diagnosis in October ’94 were short-lived as they lasted only a several weeks and subsided before winter in December.  That first glimpse of MS was minor in comparison with the diversified MS related issues I experienced later and will address in future posts.    

In ’94, stress was not something that I controlled successfully, but the following several months were uneventful and then ’96 was a fantastic year because late August, I met my husband. During early dating, he shared some news about a childhood friend who was diagnosed with MS and as I had not yet shared my own diagnosis, I determined God presented the opportunity and I utilized it.  I related my situation and his reaction could not have been more ambiguous, which I mentally assumed indicated I would not hear from him again, which was fine as I liked him, but there were no deep feelings involved and I was content with my job at the bank. 


God had other plans because we continued dating and then within only weeks of my “MS news,” he became more serious.  I still was not convinced that he was settled with my news and I declined his proposal six weeks into our courtship.  (My Mom’s cousins who are sisters both have MS and I did not know the older sister well, but the family was aware of her husband’s reputation prior to her MS complications related passing), so in my mind, I was protecting myself from future hurt.   I explained this to soon-to-be-husband and also that because of MS, I was afraid to have children so I would not be in his way to have a family.  He was a tad upset when he explained that he fell in love with me because of my strength, my faith and my sense of humor.  He also explained that he didn’t want to marry MS, but he wanted to, “Marry a beautiful woman, who happened to have MS.”  [Everyone sigh, “Awww!”]  And proposal attempt number two was accepted.  


He planned the wedding and reception.  No, he did not suggest anything like beer-pong or peanuts on the reception tables, but before he planned anything he asked if I would rather have a house or a big wedding.  Duh!  A house!  So we chose to do a small wedding with only family in attendance and bought a house six months later.  I was relieved of wedding planning stress, but buying our first house brought on MS flare-up number two during July 1997.  I saw my neurologist shortly after moving and he prescribed my first interferon drug for injection.  

Stress-induced symptoms had returned with numbness replaying the role of Symptom Leader, prior to and during our move with moving day being the worst.  Moving in 80 degree heat was challenging enough, but what I discovered further into summer is that heat is fine, but it was the humidity component on moving day that had changed everything.  I can function well in 80 degree heat and single digit humidity.  Less than 40% humidity presented hiccups in my strength and coordination, but exceed 75% and I am rendered useless so praise God for air-conditioning!  




Not everyone with MS has the same experience so there is a massive learning curve for all of us MS patients.  In trying various treatments, I discovered MS is entirely individual because what worked for others was not successful for me.  I mentioned earlier that just like varying symptoms, there are several treatment options, which will also be addressed in future posts.  

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Diagnosis

We relocated to Nevada in 2011. My husband moved in February for a job and after our home sold, I arrived mid-April.  After relocating hundreds of miles, I determined, my rig needed a tune-up.  As a woman of faith, I believe God places people in our paths for a number of opportunities and the auto-shop presented friendship. My soon-to-be-friend, (I’ll call her D) was in the shop’s waiting room and we talked about everything from weather to health. 

D shared she was in a battle to obtain an MS diagnosis because her non-conclusive test-results were delaying potential disease treatment.  I shared that from the start of being symptomatic through all my own appointments, I thankfully obtained my MS diagnosis in less than a month at 20.  My age is relevant because almost twenty years-ago, some “specialists” had an age hang-up.  “Because twenty-something’s are not diagnosed with MS.”  

 

I’m thankful that both my first neurologist and second opinion neurologist’s diagnoses were consistent.  D, who is my age, began having symptoms a couple of years ago and has yet to receive a definitive diagnosis since the lumbar-puncture and MRI were “non-conclusive.”  My new PCP referred me to a neurologist, whom she was seeing for her own MS symptoms.  And DH was already seeing that same neurologist.  And D also shares my faith.  And we’re the same age.
 
That situation was obviously orchestrated by God for D and I to become friends.  I was new in Nevada and D is a kindred-spirit who is in an unknown state of health, but could use somewhat of a “guide” through navigating the waters of understanding her symptoms, emotional turmoil and ensuring that her battles are “normal.” 

I am privileged to know D and I pray that as a nearly two decade seasoned veteran of the disease that I will be an effective source for guidance and support. 

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MS is Interesting

I was a blogger about three years ago, but I felt like I was just another boring blogger who mused about boring and irrelevant nonsense and thus, eliminated the boring blog.  At the prompting of my husband, I am going to resume sharing my story, but this time, more openly as far as all the ups, the downs, the emotions, the struggles and results of living with the day to day battles of the neurological disease, Multiple Sclerosis.  I want to inspire people.

In October 1994, two years out of high school and only weeks following the traumatic death of a friend, the numbness and tingling in my right side extremities began.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, my Mom – who honestly should have an honorary medical degree, is exceptionally wise.  She consistently and accurately diagnosed my sister Jackie and I with conditions from the flu to hypochondria while we grew-up and our Mom was understandably alarmed about my symptoms and contacted my doctor about her concerns.  She was not meddling, but because she was aware of the similar warning signs that resulted in her two cousins MS diagnoses years prior, she desired to ensure that my doctor referred me to the most appropriate specialist.  

Following the relapsing-remitting diagnosis, the next few years were uneventful, but Spring of ’01 brought on the onset of reoccurring symptoms.  Those inconsistent and unpredictable indicators taking up residency resulted in me labeling Multiple Sclerosis the MonSter.  Through this blog, I will share my own MS struggles and experiences, combined with my victories and my hope is that I encourage others who are both new to and or seasoned veterans of this MS battle.

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