There's plenty to tell, but again, I'm staring at the screen not feeling like writing it all out. Doesn't help that my eyes keep going in and out either.
I think that the short of it is that they think I have "Secondary Progressive" MS. I'm not responding to the Solu-Medrol treatments. They want to try once more, but if that doesn't work, it's chemo or bust.
They took me off the Inderal, prescribed Neurontin that I can take as needed to see if that will help with pain, and let me pee in a cup so that they can write me a Rx for one antibiotic or another for the UTI.
Yay! I'm dying! Woohoo!
Sorry. That's just my twisted sense of humor.
I'm a "rare case". My brain is oatmeal, but the motor skills are going last. Joy. I'm always thrilled to know that I'm "unique". It's so easy always being a minority amongst minorities. Makes life a really special, precious thing.
ok... I'm getting evil sarcastic. Maybe I shouldn't write too much more, right now.
1 comment:
I have no words. Just love
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