tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66264514572156216362012-03-20T13:24:09.563+01:00Our Life With MS...a personal journal of our experiencesJackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-79729330394879850422009-11-18T19:23:00.003+01:002010-04-03T13:31:11.236+02:00The Back Story and Other Electrifying Tales…Part IAugust 10, 2009 – It’s been just six days since my MRI experience and only one weekend has passed since hearing the news from my neurologist. My perception of time has clearly changed – hours have turned into days and days have grown into hours. I am becoming increasingly anxious to begin some sort of treatment to relieve my symptoms but, I still need to get through one more week of tests beforeJackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-8849641008769898212009-09-08T12:44:00.004+02:002010-04-03T13:32:03.692+02:00The Diagnosis...It is very strange for us to think only one month has past since the MRI experience…it just seems like such along time ago, and yet so much has happened to us during this short time frame.
I remember my MRI experience left me tired and feeling strangely vulnerable. I spent the remainder of that day stridently reaching for normality, while quietly worrying about our future. I still did not know Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-89166142526742252072009-08-31T11:33:00.006+02:002010-04-03T13:32:29.211+02:00My MRI...I only waited about 10 minutes before being called, which in most cases is an acceptable waiting period for any medical profession office. But this was not most cases.
I gazed back at Silvia as I rose and approached the friendly-looking medical technician and wondered if Silvia shared the same concern that crept inside of me; had enough time elapsed for the powerful little xanax pill to cast itsJackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-67882875575297572852009-08-25T13:25:00.003+02:002010-04-03T13:32:42.617+02:00Getting To The Diagnosis...How would I describe unseen symptoms to the neurologist…and in a foreign language? Suddenly I felt almost foolish and wondered if I was taking this too far. I wanted to leave all of these troubles behind me and accept the fact I had been overcome with anxiety and suffered from a simple ear infection. I wanted to feel better, but deep inside of me I knew…I knew something was terribly wrong.
Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-2310014004777616862009-08-23T19:48:00.004+02:002010-04-03T13:32:55.612+02:00The Wait...Silvia accompanied me on my second doctor’s visit. Her concerned look as I emerged from the doctor’s office turned fearful as I told her I needed to make an appointment with a neurologist. I knew she was extra sensitive to this type of news, because her mother has been battling multiple sclerosis for some time, and Silvia could sense what I wouldn’t allow my mind to consider.
On Thursday Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02654820550494426659noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626451457215621636.post-34148285473750887172009-08-17T23:10:00.002+02:002010-04-03T13:33:14.287+02:00The Beginning...It’s been six weeks since I first experienced my symptoms…a time frame which we often simply take for granted. But, not this time. Time has slipped into another dimension, moving swiftly and uncontrollably, but paradoxically, also terribly slow throughout each day allowing our minds plenty of time to contemplate our new life which instantly changed forever.
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