Twenty-seven years ago today, I was officially diagnosed with MS. Over the phone, my neurologist at the time informed me that they found several white matter lesions on my brain MRI.
I remember feeling totally in shock when she relayed these words to me. I soon scheduled an office visit with her. During that appointment, she abruptly informed me that I had MS. She callously said, “There’s nothing you can do about it. Don’t be depressed.”
I recall feeling that my life had been distinctly divided into two phases: before and after this diagnosis. Only one year before, I was capable of running several miles per day.
Fast forward to the present: I have a considerably more sensitive neurologist with whom to work. I’ve tried, as well as needed to discontinue, both Copaxone and Aubagio. I’m currently struggling to see if I can tolerate Vumerity.
I’m profoundly thankful for my continuing abilities, twenty-seven years post-diagnosis. I continue to have multiple MS symptoms, on a daily basis.
Remarkably, I can still walk totally unassisted. I definitely didn’t expect this to be the case, given my severe exacerbations during the first few years after receiving my diagnosis.
I’m especially thankful that I continue to experience significant relief from my MS fatigue, through twice-daily usage of Amantadine. Debilitating fatigue has been one of the most difficult MS symptoms with which I’ve had to deal.