...to keep rolling with the punches. 7 months ago I was diagnosed. I'm twenty years old, and already it's rendered me useless as a worker. I've lost my last two jobs due to work deficiencies cause by my serious cognitive impairment. I've been unable to find work for approaching 3 months, and I receive $400/month in unemployment. Getting by has been a serious struggle. Overall though, if I were to summarize these last seven months, they've altogether been pretty joyous with my partner and good friends.
Things don't seem to be getting better though. Rather, they just keep getting worse. Medical bills keep stacking up against my meager income, pushing me further and further into debt. I recently had my first MRI since the one that confirmed my diagnosis. Lesions grew on my brain and c-spine, with new ones even forming. My sensitivity to Rebif and my insurance jerking me around led to me being unmedicated for about two months, but the new lesion activity seems so rapid for a 6 month span of time, medicated or not.
For the first time in my life (and far too soon, I would say) I'm really at the end of my rope. I look back at how much my life has changed in these short seven months, and it just hurts. I can hardly even enjoy the memories of better times, because the disease has taken many of those, too. It just doesn't seem like it's going to end.
I apologize for coming just to vent negativity everywhere, but simply putting these griefs into words is really therapeutic, in a way. I'm sure plenty of others out there have found themselves in desperate times... How did you pull through it all? When did it stop being so damn hard? When did you finally get cut a break?
Things don't seem to be getting better though. Rather, they just keep getting worse. Medical bills keep stacking up against my meager income, pushing me further and further into debt. I recently had my first MRI since the one that confirmed my diagnosis. Lesions grew on my brain and c-spine, with new ones even forming. My sensitivity to Rebif and my insurance jerking me around led to me being unmedicated for about two months, but the new lesion activity seems so rapid for a 6 month span of time, medicated or not.
For the first time in my life (and far too soon, I would say) I'm really at the end of my rope. I look back at how much my life has changed in these short seven months, and it just hurts. I can hardly even enjoy the memories of better times, because the disease has taken many of those, too. It just doesn't seem like it's going to end.
I apologize for coming just to vent negativity everywhere, but simply putting these griefs into words is really therapeutic, in a way. I'm sure plenty of others out there have found themselves in desperate times... How did you pull through it all? When did it stop being so damn hard? When did you finally get cut a break?
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