Everyone has a story to tell. The story of the day they were first introduced to multiple sclerosis.
For some the diagnosis takes a long time. Seeing doctor after doctor, undergoing test after test, until finally getting the answer they never wanted.
Others, like me, are dx’d right away. Guess I’m a lucky one. (It’s the only time in my life when I made the honor roll!)
And yet, some souls are still searching for what ails them.
During a routine physical with my family physician, (and later confirmed by an MRI) I met my new, life-mate, bosom-buddy, MS.
It was September of 1996, and I was acing this physical!
I was 33 years-old and in prime shape—a lean, mean, fighting machine.
Almost ready to wrap it up, my Doc asked if I had any problems. Thinking nothing of it, I told him of the numbness in my left hand. (Pinched nerve, I figured)
I also described how I was having problems with my right leg. It seemed to stop working about a half-mile into a run.
“Who needs to run more than a half mile anyway, right Doc? Hehehe.”
He wasn’t laughing.
My doctor lightly ran his fingers around my bare waist.
Either he was onto something or this was going to be my opportunity to write to Penthouse magazine.
“Can you feel my touch?” he asked.
“No” I replied.
Next, he had me lay back on the table and run my right heel up & down my left shin.
My heel didn’t follow the straight course of my shin.
Instead, weaving & turning, it looked as though I was driving the Pacific Coast Highway!
He then excused himself from the examination room.
Through thin walls, I could hear him scheduling an MRI.
When he returned, he sat down.
I blurted out…”I guess the physical’s over!” (Not to mention my chance to write to Penthouse!)
He said, “Look, I believe we have a serious problem here. I think you have MS.”
So, as in a special on the Lifetime Network, dramatic music plays as we see a close-up of a tearful Merideth Baxter Birney.
And thus began my story as a new member of the MS Club.
A story now 15 years long, and continuing.
It’s ironic that my journey with MS would begin like most letters to a men’s magazine…..”Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me, but…….”
How does your MS diagnosis story read?
Please share your words as I would love to hear your tale!