Finally got my dx of RRMS yesterday. Never thought it would be a happy thing, but it is. Finally know what I am facing and am properly in the system.
New neuro thinks I may have had it for many years, but also sure that since TM in April and MRIs in June that I have had a couple more relapses, which explains a lot.
He’s asking for more MRIs with contrast this time, and then we talk DMTs.
It is such a relief to be able to just focus on the DMTs rather than trying to work out what is going on and trying to communicate it to medical people.
And for anyone reading this who is stuck in Limboland and feeling the strain, hang on in there. Your emotions do settle, you do have more periods of acceptance and less panic and yes, it is possible to be happy again. Weirdly husband and I actually celebrated last night. Maybe we are peculiar… Oh hang on, I know we are peculiar
(I think my attitude is helped by a breast cancer scare I had a month or so ago - things could be a lot worse!)
Going to head down to the GP soon and tell them write in big bold letters on my files:
“THIS WOMAN IS NOT A HYPOCHONDRIAC! SHE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! DO NOT PATRONISE HER IN FUTURE!”
And then I am going to call out the GP who told me TWICE that I only needed paracetamol and there was nothing wrong with me, and did I really need another sick note? when I was in serious pain with a lesion on my spinal cord, and make him grovel on the floor in apology. Next on my list are all the Drs who said, “Well, you are very anxious, its probably just that, let’s do something about your mood” and then I’m going to post on facebook to all the people who have criticised me over the years for lack of stamina - including myself, “You have no idea how much stamina I have shown. I have been fighting every day. I am not weak, I am strong” And then I am going to make my life all about enjoying every moment that I possibly can (not really going to do any of that, except the last bit, although very tempted)
I know there are dark days ahead, but right now I’m OK.