In February, I had a follow up appointment with my neurologist after yet another test. First off, the test was on Hallowe'en. I'm not greatly pleased that it took me 3 months to get a follow up appointment. Having said that, it's the nature of the beast. It also helps that my neurologist is one of the best health professionals that I've ever had to interact with.
So, multiple sclerosis. It was something that my GP mentioned might explain my symptoms, even though it was rare in people my age. It was removed from the list of suspects, early on. However, when my symptoms started getting worse, it had to get added back to the list.
This most recent test was able to take it off of the list again. This news should have left me jumping for joy. I'm sure part of the reason it didn't is that my neurologist's clinic style greatly resembles an avalanche, meaning that I didn't really have time to think about it. I'm equally sure that part of it was simply shock. I have spent months getting used to the idea that I may end up in a wheel chair, or worse. *shudders at the thought of adult diapers or a colostomy bag* That I may have to start explaining to all of my very supportive friends, that Yes, I know that there are alternative treatments, but I am also a single, unemployed 27 year old. I cannot afford treatments that are not covered by OHIP. I can barely afford the medications that I'm taking now, thanks anyway. And no, I do not have the energy to apply for grants and enter test trials and all that sort of thing. This is where we get back to the idea of Quality vs Quantity. Yes, my health is kicking my ass, but I'd prefer to enjoy my good days doing what I want to do, not spending all day researching and making phone calls and writing emails to Doctors and clinical programs, and my local MP (Gee, you'd almost think I've gone over this a time or two).
So now you're wondering what I was left wondering. If it's not MS, what is it?
The popular theory right now is Fibromyalgia. I thought this was a disease which I knew something about, having had a Mother In Law who had been diagnosed with it. Turns out it's a lot more complicated than I thought. There are some who believe it to be a mind over matter sort of thing. People hear the term Phantom Pain and assume that it's a pain one feels because one thinks there is pain. Not true.
Fibro patients show visual signs on brain scans that there is something wrong. Tests just cannot confirm the cause. Hence, phantom. Symptoms range from sleep disorders, to mood swings, to cognitive disruptions. To be perfectly honest, I'm sort of relieved to have a possible diagnosis that covers so many of my symptoms! Granted that confirming the diagnosis will likely mean several dozen more tests, as it is a diagnosis of exclusion. Think Dr House. Differential diagnosis. We test for everything until there is only one possibility left. And no, it's not Lupus :P While I am still mildly frustrated at the lack of a concrete answer, I am beyond relieved to be told that I will not in fact have to endure a needle being bored into my spine, and will likely not be suffering from degenerative symptoms. I did eventually have a good cry, and that helped it all sink in. But I
spent at least a week explaining the results to everyone before it
really sunk in what that meant for me. Having watched both of my grandparents fade away from cancer, and having several distant relations who have suffered from MS, my level of relief simply cannot be expressed with mere words.Now comes the renewed efforts of balancing my life with my illness, and my pain with the drugs. The fold away cane that my Uncle bought for me has certainly been a Blessing, but I'm still thinking about investing in a wheelchair. There are still days that I just cannot move under my own power, and I don't want to be a hermit! I have enough wonderful friends that I'd never be at a loss for someone to escort me about in my throne ;) I've recently survived my first overnight convention, and am already making plans for a much bigger one next summer. More immediate plans include a week long visit in Hamilton for St Patrick's day, culminating in yet another brain scan, and a trip up North to visit my folks at the end of summer. Looking forward to seeing everyone, especially the babies :) I'm not going to let this condition keep me from living my life to the fullest.
