Hello World! Welcome to the MS Blog. My name is Jill, and I would like to give you a little history about myself. On the 8th it will be my 31st birthday, and I am banking on it being a very good year… I should certainly have one coming.
I was diagnosed with Relapse Remitting Multiple Sclerosis in February of 2002, though I had my first documented exacerbation when I was 19.
I had a horrible neurologist, and was puy on Copaxone along with a multitude of other drugs. I did not react well to the Copaxone. I had all the rare side effects - and the common ones too. I had a falling out with my first neuro and stopped taking all MS meds. Basically, my primary doc took care of me, and would prescribe me steroids as needed. But my MS was progressing, and my primary doctor felt she could no longer manage my MS. I went to see another neuro who had NO bedside manner and made me cry. I asked my primary to find out who was the nicest and best neuro in town, and the same name kept coming up. I had to switch insurance carriers, and gave up my primary for my neuro. It was a match made in heaven with my neuro. He put me on Betaseron. I tolerated it well, but my MS was progressing rapidly.
I “traded” up from a manual wheelchair to an electric one. I knew I was going secondary progressive, and I knew that “pushing” myself would bring it on faster. I was looking at a difference of maybe a year.
But I had 2 small babies, and with the support of my husband, I chose to make the most of the meds available to mask my symptoms and live life to the fullest. The official diagnosis of secondary progessive came all too quickly. I was declining rapidly. Exactly one year ago this weekend, we were having dinner across the street at our neighbor’s house, and somewhere between the steak and cake, my legs just wouldn’t move. The hubby’s got my chair out of our garage, dusted it off, and made a makeshift ramp out of cardboard boxes and a baby gate. The steroids didn’t work, I lost control of my bladder, and by January of 2006, literally everyday I was progressing. I was told that chemo was my only option. That it would hopefully slow my progression and “buy” me a couple of years. I was told my only hope was a stem cell cure.
We couldn’t afford the vehicle modifications for my car, so, there I was, homebound with a 2 and 3 year old.
I could go on and on about what each of those days were like, not just for me, but my family as well. I also found that not only were there no resources for funding a lift and hand controls for my car, but there were very few resources for anything MS related. What recources that were out there were either out of date or limited, and I had to peacemeal ALL of it. My husband and I also saw the movie Robots. “See a need, fill a need!” And we did, and we are here!