I don't know why this post seems to be the hardest to write.
Maybe because there just aren't the right words to describe how I feel.
I blogged last week about my visit to my neurologist. It was hopeless. And negative.
Later that week I went in for a MRI that was supposed to be 45 minutes from arrival to departure. Three and a half hours later I left. Feeling scared. The staff were perfect--at least how they are supposed to be. Accommodating. But emotionless. Professional. But un-informative.
Yesterday Bryan and I went to my results. We were early. The doctor was late. My 9am appointment started at 9:45. During those 45 minutes I updated Twitter. Searched patterns for knitting on Ravelry. And tried not to age ten years.
Finally the doctor steps in and says " I will be another moment--but lets clear the air--the report is good!" I could have left at that point. I breathed again.
I wish I could get my MRI to post...I keep trying.
But the big news is:
--no new lesions
--one new lesion found is an old one missed before
--no negative activity showing.
--my Neuro visits are cut from every 3 months to once a year!!
--and he is no longer suggesting that I start the shot therapy
Question of the Day:
Did I tell him about the StemCell treatment?
no
Why?
because it changes nothing for him.
What happens now?
Everyday...and every time it crosses my mind--which is often...I thank God.
for:
--helping me through these last 7 months
--for all of the big and small prayers answered during that time
--for all of my support during that time...my family and friends
--for guiding me to treatment and the right doctor
--and for allowing the treatment to work
--and for each of you that believed along with me...I tried to stay away from anyone who accepted my diagnosis as final.
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