But Herndon never had to kill time waiting for the IMA physicians to finally call my name. Naturally I had to print directions and download a picture of the place in order to not waste time driving around as I do now because the directional light in my brain just flashes yellow after years of left and right arrows sending me the correct way.
"It says here you were on Copaxone. Why aren't you still taking it?"
"Copaxone does not work for people with PPMS/DD," I said. "My new neuro got me off of it immediately."
"Why not on steroids?"
"It does not work. My lesions are in my brain."
And why are looking in my ears? You can't see the disease that way. No optic problems so far.
Reflexes (also known as hammer time):
"Strange your left side is different from your right," said the doctor.
Yep. Everything is different.
I'm not sure that he got much info from said new neuro except a faxed letter saying I've got lesions, and good luck! I was dismissed quickly, got dressed and out of there.
Will I qualify? Not sure yet. And then its going to get harder if I do get rejected. But writers know rejection slips pretty well. "It's not personal," editors will say. But you've turned yourself and your story over to people who look charts and eligibility criteria to decide your fate. Nothing personal, and you do
Thanks for reading - more soon.