Hi, everyone.
I'm a newly diagnosed RRMS'er. I was diagnosed this Spring after I pushed for an MRI to figure out why I was numb. My doctor at first tried to tell me the numbness was most likely from an exercise injury, given that I'd recently begun a very rigorous fitness routine at the gym. Or dehydration. Because as well all know, being dehydrated makes people feel numb in random extremities and lose vision in 1 eye.
I've been reading here since I got the "official" DX, in July. I wasn't sure I'd stop lurking, because for now things for me are so mild and I feel as though I'm coping. But I think I need to be here. I feel awkward bringing up the MS to my husband, because we're both believers that the things we dwell on become our realities. I don't want to dwell to the point that my "what ifs" become my "oh shoot it happeneds."
At the same time, gotta prepare for the worst as I live for the best. What's got me really psyched out is the loss of control. I'm that person that has to watch every single moment of the blood draw, so I know the exact second the cannula enters the vein, all the way to the moment it is withdrawn. So, how do I reconcile that need for control with a nebulous MS progression?
And yeah, I know, "we could all get hit by a bus of Episcopalian nuns tomorrow," but really, the chances of catastrophic trauma like that are so much slimmer than the chances that MS will lead to disability. It's like comparing Justin Beiber to John Lennon, ya know?
Anyhow, thanks for building this awesome refuge (and for reading my tome).
I'm a newly diagnosed RRMS'er. I was diagnosed this Spring after I pushed for an MRI to figure out why I was numb. My doctor at first tried to tell me the numbness was most likely from an exercise injury, given that I'd recently begun a very rigorous fitness routine at the gym. Or dehydration. Because as well all know, being dehydrated makes people feel numb in random extremities and lose vision in 1 eye.
I've been reading here since I got the "official" DX, in July. I wasn't sure I'd stop lurking, because for now things for me are so mild and I feel as though I'm coping. But I think I need to be here. I feel awkward bringing up the MS to my husband, because we're both believers that the things we dwell on become our realities. I don't want to dwell to the point that my "what ifs" become my "oh shoot it happeneds."
At the same time, gotta prepare for the worst as I live for the best. What's got me really psyched out is the loss of control. I'm that person that has to watch every single moment of the blood draw, so I know the exact second the cannula enters the vein, all the way to the moment it is withdrawn. So, how do I reconcile that need for control with a nebulous MS progression?
And yeah, I know, "we could all get hit by a bus of Episcopalian nuns tomorrow," but really, the chances of catastrophic trauma like that are so much slimmer than the chances that MS will lead to disability. It's like comparing Justin Beiber to John Lennon, ya know?
Anyhow, thanks for building this awesome refuge (and for reading my tome).
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