“Wait, so does that mean I have MS?”
“No, no, I’m not saying that, you’ll have to talk to the Doctor.”
I breathe in deeply and wrestle with pressing her, “oh, okay, I guess.”
I breathe out.
That is how I found out that I have MS.
No fanfare, not even a faint drumroll in the distance.
I knew it all along…MS would be the outcome…I had been ignoring the inner voice that kept whispering the news to me.
That conversation above happened three weeks ago. Yikes. This is really happening.
Since then I have found a new doctor…had additional bloodwork drawn…and signed up for Copaxone…prepping myself for daily injections.
Enter stage right – I am now on my MS journey.