A New Year and New Hope
So after my little melt-down on Saturday, I decided to simply take a break from the Copaxone for a while: until I can see my psychiatrist and my neurologist and can get them talking to each other. I haven't taken my Copaxone since Friday night, and already I feel better: more hopeful, a bit more energetic - even somewhat cheerful. I don't know how much of this is due to the placebo effect and how much is due to an actual change in my body's chemistry, but whichever it is I'll take it.
In a lot of ways, I feel like I've spent the last 18 months of my life - since my MS diagnosis - not living. Sure, I've done things here and there over the last year and a half, but I look back on my life as it was in 2003 and 2004, before I left for Boston, and realized I was really living then. I went out in the evenings to do stuff like swing dancing or go to movies with friends. I gave impromptu gatherings and they didn't exhaust me emotionally or physically. I actually wanted to practice the piano and go for regular runs. And I did those things!
What I've done since my relapse in June of '06 is survive: in the beginning I was too tired to do anything anyway, and I didn't care that I wasn't going out and meeting people because I was too fatigued to do so. But as my relapse symptoms improved and I started on the Avonex, everything began to feel like a colossal effort and I did the bare minimum to survive.



