Getting Back to Normal
I went back to see the neurologist today and, generally, it went as expected. Yesterday's MRI (which was miserable, btw. YUCK.) showed lesions on my spine in two places. The doctor was not surprised at all to see these lesions and they basically confirmed his initial diagnosis. He did some strength and reflex testing and watched me walk again and things have improved since last week, which means the steroid treatments are working.
We talked for quite a while about options and MS in general. Then he wrote out a prescription for Avonex and explained the process. It's not the kind of drug that's typically kept on the shelves at pharmacies, so I'll have to wait for a little while to get it. Once I do, I'll go see the nurse and learn how to give myself the injection. What fun! My biggest concern with Avonex is side effects. I'm not terribly worried about the needle (though perhaps I should be?) but apparently the Interferon causes flu-like symptoms. So for the next month or so - and possibly longer - I'm going to be dealing with feeling crappy every darn weekend. Ugh. NOT my idea of a good time.
Still, though, according to the doctor, my disease is currently in the very early stages (as indicated by only one lesion on the brain) and has not done a lot of damage at this point. The "disease-modifying drugs" they use apparently slow the progression of the disease in addition to helping curb the number of relapses a patient experiences. So, starting the long-term treatment is supposed to help me continue to live well and normally for some time. This is reassuring, though only slightly. The fact is, they really don't know much about what causes the disease and what makes it progress; studies have shown that these drugs do help (or I wouldn't have agreed to take them) but in a lot of ways it feels kind of like a stab in the dark. I won't know if they're working and they won't necessarily make me feel better on a day-to-day basis. The idea that you're measuring success by something not happening seems a bit odd to me, but then again I think I prefer that to having another relapse as proof that something is not working..
The doctor also gave me samples and a prescription for Provigil, which is approved by the FDA for patients with narcolepsy, to help them stay awake during the day. As I've mentioned, I've been just completely wiped out the last few days and asked what was available to help with the fatigue. Apparently Provigil is pretty widely used in patients with MS and with a great deal of success. A lot of my fatigue is likely due to the steroid withdrawal and this specific relapse, so I don't know if I'll even need it, but I suppose it's nice to have for times when I absolutely have to get somewhere and just can't seem to move.
My doctor reassured me that it is not habit forming; I've done some digging around the internet and can't find a lot that would indicate it is either. Still, I'm going to be on my guard with this stuff anyway - the last thing I need is another addiction!
The good news is, I feel like I'm over the hump with this current relapse. I only need to go in to the doctor's office one more time in the near future, and then I won't have to have another appointment for a month. My symptoms are slowly improving and I'm able to drive again. What's really nice is the idea of getting back to a regular routine and back into my life again. All these appointments and tests and various things have totally disrupted everything and though I'm not at all resentful - they were necessary, after all - I am more than ready for life to settle back down and get back to normal.
From a mental and emotional perspective, I'm doing ok. I have yet to really break down and cry and I don't know why that is, really. I've now had plenty of time to process the news and its immediate implications but I just can't seem to cry. What's more interesting to me is my reaction to everyday triggers and activities. Driving down the street, I get angry and resentful at young women in cute short-shorts or couples hugging or anyone enjoying the nice weather. They appear carefree and happy and seem to have no concept of what it is to have an autoimmune disease. Nevermind that I had plenty of opportunities (in high school, in college, pre-diagnosis) to do - and often did - exactly what these people are doing; doesn't matter. I just find myself cranky and resentful that they're there in front of me and I have to go get pumped full of steroids because I can't feel my damn feet!
The other thing that really got to me today was watching my doctor check off "permanent disability" on my work-leave form. Some how, it just wasn't real until it was there in black and white. Permanent. Chronic. Illness. Forever. Always. All those words, just laid out there without regard for my feelings on the subject.
But I'll get over all this and move on and continue to live my life the best way I know how. Ultimately, I think my attitude is going to be my best defense against all this stuff. Whining or crying or drinking or throwing myself a pity party isn't going to do me any good, so why even bother? Mostly I'm just going to take things one day at a time and try not to worry too much about what the future holds.




Comments
I'm amazed that you have such a positive attitude, probably helps when you have so much support from friends around you!
A positive mental attitude will def help - made my knee surgery recovery time 2/3 what it was suppose to be, the docs were very impressed.
I always say when life gives you lemons, make the best lemonade you can & enjoy it :)
Good Luck with the new drugs! xx
Posted by: Sara | July 1, 2006 05:00 AM
Go on superstar & shine!
~Fofo
Posted by: Fofo | July 1, 2006 04:03 PM
Wow, I really admire you. Good luck with your new medication and you're in my thoughts :-)
Posted by: NML | July 2, 2006 11:41 AM