I woke up with this thought in my head. I went to take a shower this morning to find our water freezing cold. I let the water run while I went to get my first cup of coffee to come back and find it just as cold. Still, "Today is going to be a GREAT day!" I kept having this thought in my head all morning. Today was my annual neurology appointment and I was going to ask AGAIN about switching to pills and to finally be done with my injections.
The appointment started just like all the others. . . "How are you feeling?" I felt great and I told him that. I gave him the results of a biometric screen that I did at work so I wouldn't have to go and have my blood drawn again. He looked thru my numbers and said everything looked great. There were a few areas where the technicians who did the screening said I was elevated on, but he assured me that if his numbers were what mine were, he would be jumping up and down with joy. He even assured me that my BMI was not in the red!! (SCORE)
So, let's cut the small talk and when can I switch to pills. He gave me the same look he has given me the last 4 years and I knew it wasn't going to be good. The shots are working so why rock the boat, he asked my. They hurt, that's why! He reminded me that no insurance company will let me switch to a pill, that just came out on the market, and is 5 times more expensive then the shots when the Copaxone is working. He also said the research just isn't there to support how effective these new oral treatments are.
I was devastated and looked to my husband for his input. Reuben sided with he doctor and said he didn't want to risk an exacerbation while waiting for the pills to start working. My doctor explained to us that when I started on Copaxone it took 6 months for my body to start feeling the real effects of the drug and for it to start working. He reminded us that it would be the same turn around if I were to go off the shots and switch to an oral medication. That would be 6 months where my body would be susceptible to the dangerous effects that MS can have on my body. I could get another plaque on my brain that would effect my vision or memory, even worse it could paralyze my body in some way. They could treat the flare up with steroids and I would, hopefully, regain back what I had lost, but I would always have that plaque on my brain. He did make me a deal and said that we could revisit the oral medications in 3-4 years and possibly get a second opinion.
He did an exam on me and said everything looked great, but he wants me to go have an MRI done since my last one was in 2012. He would like to compare it with the last ones I have had to see if there are more plaques or to reassure me that Copaxone is doing what it is supposed to do.
I got in the car fighting back the tears because I knew tonight was another shot night and I was going to have to continue these for the foreseeable future. Reuben knew something was wrong so we talked about it. We cried about it. I lost it at one point and yelled at him I just didn't want it anymore. I don't want MS anymore! I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to walk for it and I don't even want to think about it anymore!! We sat in the parking lot together crying and holding hands. Reuben told me that he can't do this life without me and what were the kids supposed to do if something ever happened to me.
The company we work for transports a lot of people with MS and many of them are older who have had this disease for a long time. Reuben transports passengers to the MS Society and he sees first hand what this disease can do. He told me of a woman who was "Spunky just like you", who had a great career, but her MS had gotten so bad she had to sell her home and go live with her daughter. She had to quit her job and couldn't do a lot of things on her own. She had to rely on her daughter for some of her basic living skills. This really put things into perspective for me.
I need to be grateful for the hand that I was dealt. I ask God a lot, why me? Why did I have to get this disease? I need to turn my thinking around and be thankful that I feel as good as I do. I told my neurologist that I think this is the healthiest I have ever been in my life. I stay active, eat a well balanced diet (a girl always needs a little ice cream) (and wine) and I have great healthy relationships that keep me happy.
I love reading the notable obituaries in the paper at lunch and hear people's amazing life stories. It is something that I remember my mom doing and she would tell me little tidbits from the articles. I read one a few weeks back of a 43 year old man who, towards the end of his life, was taking 6 insulin shots a day to try and keep his diabetes under control. I am fortunate to have to do my shots only 3 times a week!
Yes I just said I am fortunate that I have to do my shots to keep my healthy. It is my ugly little reminder that yes I do have MS, but I am a fighter and these little shots are not going to get me down!
Tonight I am yelling again. . .
I have Multiple Sclerosis!
I want to talk about Multiple Sclerosis!
I want to think about Multiple Sclerosis!
I want to walk for Multiple Sclerosis!
Walk with me, donate with me, talk and educate with me, pray with me for a cure!




