Early this spring, I developed lymphadenopathy to go along with my MS. One of the rare side-effects of one of my drugs, is disease of the lymphnodes, and once all the other culprits were ruled out (I was convinced I had cancer), my neurologist decided I needed a break from my medications.
The best part about being off of the medication was the fact that I started to forget that I had MS. With no drug side effects, I felt perfectly healthy. With no daily (and 2x on Sunday) injections, days could go by without me even thinking about MS. It was good.
The break is over now and I’m back taking the drugs. I feel OK, but, I am dragging my feet, but just a wee bit. I don’t quite feel right. Maybe it’s my imagination, maybe it’s not.
As far as MS goes, most of the fear is gone (for now). Occasionally, I worry about what my future may hold. Mr. MK, gets to make me feel better.
Me: Do you think, I’ll be crippled?
I know I should have said, handicapped or something more PC, but I didn’t.
Mr. MK: No.
Me: Don’t you ever worry about it?
Mr. MK: I used to, I don’t anymore.
Me: So you think I am going to be fine?
Mr. MK: Yes.
My Mr. MK, he’s just hard to shut up, as you can tell he talks a mile a minute!
Me: If I’m not, you’re not going to run off with some young thing, and leave me and the kids high-and-dry with nothing but wheelchair ramps are you?
Mr. MK: BWAHAHAHAHAHA … I love you! You’re such a DORK!
I am pretty sure that means he’s sticking around. Reason number 23,456,789 I glad I am married to him!