WELL. Two days ago a neurologist gave me the news that I ‘have, more likely than not, secondary progressive multiple sclerosis.’ MS to the likes of you and me.
I am 53, happily married with 4 children. 2 have left home and 2 (twins) doing A levels). I resigned from teaching 4 years ago in July. I am now very contentedly enjoying life.
So, for the last couple of years, I have struggled with a dropped foot on my left side. It all began power walking with a friend. I was swinging my left leg out rather than through. After resting and trying again, I was sent for assessment at a muscular-skeletal clinic. I was advised on what exercises to do and to do pilates. I carried on in a very dedicated fashion until about February 2018. I gave up yoga my back hurt too much. I didn’t have the energy for pilates,walking the dogs or riding my electric bike ( it was quite a passion). The leg wasn’t too bothersome just very tiring. I was so exhausted some days it was difficult to drag myself downstairs. I actually thought it was my age (menopause??) I had two seriously poorly friends one after the other (stress??) It seemed to be a constant struggle to even smile. Eventually I was becoming very depressed, my walking gait had deteriorated to the point that I couldn’t walk any distance unless I used a walking stick and a footbrace. And that is before the regular stopping and leaning ( a fence, a tree, a car… ?) for a rest.
I was referred to a neurologist. And my MS journey has begun. I still have to have a brain and spine MRI to confirm the diagnosis. BUT it is. I KNOW it is. I have known at the back of my mind for a while.
SO if there are any more MS bloggers out there at this point in time I am on my own. I only know what I have googled. I don’t know,or ever have known anyone with MS. Please follow my blog and give me pointers on living with this condition. Tell me to follow you! I will try and blog regularly and I hope add a bit/lot more humour. It will be about my MS life, the good,the bad and the ugly. After all, we have to laugh or we’d go under.