Happiest Day Turns Into the Worst

It was back February 23, 2010. I was admitted to labor and delivery, and February 24th at 12:30 am my son came into this world via emergency C-section! I wasn't awake for his arrival. I was going to try for drug-free birth so they had no time to give me an epidural and just knocked me out. About 2 hours later, I actually was awake and saw him for the first time! That's when my symptoms started.

I opened my eyes and that's when it happened

I kept the nystagmus (which was my first and 11 years later still an issue) to myself, I was thinking it was from the morphine and magnesium I was on. Fast forward a year later, I went to the eye Dr, she thought maybe I had a stroke. So she sent me to an optic neurologist, who then did tests, including a MRI. It was the results of that having lesions on my brain which he thought could be MS. He then referred me to the top Dr at Penn State Hershey Medical Center. After a few more tests, including a spinal tap. In July 2011, I got my official Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis.

I wish I would have spoken up

If I could turn back time, I would have voiced my symptoms in the hospital after the birth of my son and maybe sped the diagnosis up. Fast forward to now. I was diagnosed with RRMS. I am currently on Ocrevus. I feel like I'm moving down the dreaded PPMS. My legs are bad, cognitive socks, my speech sounds like I am drunk, and I'm fighting to find words. This weekend I just started using a cane pretty much all the time now. I feel less than half embarrassed, actually. I'm 41 and don't like looks and stuff. I found a wonderful man in January. He is fantastic when it comes to my MS. He supports me with everything, we only live like 5 minutes apart. Sometimes I wish he lived with me to be here all the time. Onward and Upward the only way to go!