Another Day, Another Drug

I am changing my MS medication.

“What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride — nothing is secure, nothing keeps.” ~Euripides

I am changing my MS medicine after having a recent consultation with my medical team. (By the way, I only have one doctor but saying medical team makes me feel important.)

The last time I was in the hospital, the doctors executed an MRI. I am secondary progressive and my current neurologist has not ordered a routine MRI in a while. Personally, I think it’s because there are no drugs approve specifically for progressive patients. When my doctor received my results from my hospital visit, he quickly ordered another repeat MRI because he saw something abnormal.

I was worried and my fears came to fruition when he informed me I had enhanced lesions on my brain.

He suggested a medication change and gave me a few days to do some research and think about it. The most surprising thing I learned was the new maintenance medication he suggested is also used to treat certain types of cancer.

A couple of days later, I agreed to the treatment and set up my first infusion session.

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I reported to my local hospital’s infusion room and I was there from 8AM until 5:30 PM. Yes, 9 hours! The medicine is administered through IV infusion. Luckily, it is only once every 6 months. Besides being bored, everything went smooth.

Changing treatments is routinely done in multiple sclerosis. I know many people who have been on various drugs. This is especially true for those who have a more progressive form of MS. But I don’t know of many MS patients on this particular treatment. That worried me, but I still pressed forward. I just really hope this works because the whole changing medicine again thing has taken a lot out of me.

Shared Plights

We all just want to be heard.

“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
- Maya Angelou

I had my usual visit with my hygienist last week. Well, actually I haven’t been to see her in six months. So, I really didn’t remember who she was. When she entered the room we had to reintroduce ourselves to each other. I should say, she remembered me, but my MS mind didn’t remember her.

She asked me how my husband was doing, actually calling him by name. Then she asked how my MS was treating me. I told her everything was fine.

I, in return, inquired about her life. She looked at me and said, “I’ll tell you this because you can probably relate.” Then she continued to share with me her very personal recent medical encounter with ovarian cancer and subsequent chemotherapy. I was only expecting a small talk reply so you can just imagine how taken aback I was.

Immediately I realized how tenuous it was for her to even be at work. According to her story, it seemed like she had pain, got diagnosed, surgery, chemotherapy and then was right back to work all within a few weeks time. Of course, it wasn’t actually that streamlined, but it sure sounded like it.

I couldn’t help but feel a shared since of underline hope with her as she told me her story. We talked more as she cleaned my teeth and then we parted ways.

Although our plights can be significantly different, it seems at the end of the day we all just want to be heard. I think it helps us to free our innermost concerns and worries with those that can understand the best. And that’s usually someone who is in a similar situation.