Living with MS – part one

I’m going to start a series of blogs on, you guessed it, Living with MS. Each blog will have a theme to it, ie: newly diagnosed, medications, family issues, friendships, exercise and nutrition.

My mini disclaimer: All of the blogs will be from my perspective on my life with Chronic Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. I am not a doctor and will never tell anyone what they should do for their MS. We are all different in our MS journeys as we are in our lives.

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My Journey for the truth began after the birth of my son in 1994. I was overly fatigued and started to fall quite often. It was chalked up to bad ankles [from ankle breaks when I was younger] to postpartum depression. I had been diagnosed with CFS in 1986 at the age of 22, so they added that to the list. In May 1996 my twin daughters were born and walking became quite hard. I slept downstairs with the girls in their bassinets for the first few months. Fast forward to July 1997. For months my left ankle would twist and I would have serious trouble walking.  I had been to the doctor any times during this year and told the same things as before; bad ankles, postpartum depression, CFS. Finally I got mad and made yet another appointment. This time I saw a Physicians Assistant, he talked to me for a bit then asked me to walk for him. The next thing I knew he was setting me up for an MRI…a What? The next month was kind of a blur. Mri’s, evoked potentials, spinal taps. Then then the results, Mrs. Radford, you have Multiple Sclerosis. Silence!

I do not remember too much of the next months. More tests, learning how to inject a 1.5 inch needle into my thigh, crying, denial, more crying, then complete anger! At that point I had ‘the good’ MS. REALLY?! Relapsing-remitting MS. I may never progress, might be in a remission for forever even. Well, my remission never came, but my progression did.

During the next 7.5-8 years I got two second opinions at the UCLA MS Clinic by their top MS Neurologists. Damn, both said, “Mrs. Radford, you do in fact have MS.” Bummer!

From 1997, I went from ankle braces to crutch canes to walkers to manual wheel-chariots to my now power wheel-chariot.  Not really where I expected to be at 45 years old.

So, in a quick nutshell, this begins my journey. I am in the battle of my life. For some, this may not be the worst battle out there, but it is my battle and it is happening to me, so it is the worst out there. Living with MS is a journey for those with MS and the people who love them. Maybe, in some small way I can help someone through a rough time or even share a few laughs. Hope to hear from you.

Blessings and Hope…