Both halves of my first dose of Ocrevus, my new MS infusion medication, are finished. Here’s more about that . . .
We made my first multiple sclerosis infusion be a celebration of sorts and once it was done, I realized there is power in positivity.
Since determining I would be moving onto new Medication Number Three, I have been busy preparing my body for Ocrevus — my first infusion-based multiple sclerosis medication.
On to a decision, on to Disease-Modifying Treatment Number Three: Ocrevus, an infusion medication.
Maybe this is the news I needed to shake me out of my own safety net. Maybe I needed to hear this to stop holding myself back. Maybe — in some warped way — MS will free me.
Exciting news to share: I wrote a piece about multiple sclerosis that was recently published online!
Life is fleeting and unexpected and turbulent at times so while it is calm, while it is good, let’s celebrate.
Mirrors show what we will call our imperfections, our flaws. Mirrors allow us a way to look — face-forward — at the truth, to examine ourselves, to witness ourselves change. So my mirror — Is that the truth? Or is that showing the truth of what I fear? Or is there even a difference?
Lots of multiple sclerosis updates here including how I like my new neurologist, steroid treatments, my amusing and highly drugged MRI visit, and which medication I decided . . .
I guess what I’m saying is for the first time since being diagnosed, I really want to know the answer to one question: Why?
I wanted to keep a log for myself of what has been happening with my health. I want to encourage society to stop this insane bs of comparing weight. And I want to give someone insight on my treatment therapy in hopes of helping him or her.
Who makes these decisions? Who finger-points which people “survive,” which benefit?
My point is this: Facebook can blow up with stupid viral videos of old not-even-good movie clips with the words “Bye Felicia” and deep debates on the color of a dress, and people can bitch about our government as those running constantly say bigoted, racist remarks while still being handed a microphone . . . but practically nothing is being done to actually help anymore.
I had a flare-up which (to me) is basically a reminder that you have MS, a sign that your body is still trying to hurt itself.
Here’s the latest on my check up with Doctor Number Three. And the result (I’ll ruin the suspense): Not a success.