Making My Home

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.