The neurosurgeon was the only one who treated me like a normal, intelligent person, not a poor sad victim.
He understood my plaintive "What's the point of fixing the aneurysm? Wouldn't it be better to go out with a bang, than wind up completely stuffed with MS?"
Told me to pull myself together, swore a bit, in a nice way and said, "What if you died and the next day they found a cure?"
"I wouldn't know, though, would I, so I wouldn't be worried," I said.
He laughed.
So, anyway I'll take the Copaxone, get the aneurysm re-coiled and gamely struggle on.
It's still down as RR, BigA, probably so I can have more Copaxone. Not feeling very RR, I'd have to say.
He understood my plaintive "What's the point of fixing the aneurysm? Wouldn't it be better to go out with a bang, than wind up completely stuffed with MS?"
Told me to pull myself together, swore a bit, in a nice way and said, "What if you died and the next day they found a cure?"
"I wouldn't know, though, would I, so I wouldn't be worried," I said.
He laughed.
So, anyway I'll take the Copaxone, get the aneurysm re-coiled and gamely struggle on.
It's still down as RR, BigA, probably so I can have more Copaxone. Not feeling very RR, I'd have to say.
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