I Didn't Need a Cheeseburger

The summer of 2018 was a tipsy one for me. It was before I was diagnosed and before any of us knew why I was so wobbly on my feet. My husband would watch me walking and say "eat a cheeseburger!". Not being a big eater, I admittedly agreed with him.

I started to research my symptoms

Then came the MS Hug. I remember confessing to him that something was wrong. I had done some research into my wobble and this feeling of numbness around me. All signs pointed to MS and I should get checked out. He begged me to be wrong. So did I. In addition to the wobbles and numbness, my eyes were rapidly losing their ability as well. I found an amazing eye doctor who refused to give up on me.

Diagnosed with PPMS

He found the MS from an MRI he had ordered to see my optic nerve. After the official diagnosis I saw a neurologist who hit me with Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. This November was my 4th anniversary with PPMS and it's been every bit as detrimental as promised. Every day is a struggle, and I am a shadow of my former self. However, I do have an amazing family.

I am blessed with an amazing support system

They no longer blame my wobbly legs on a lack of cheeseburgers. They stand behind me and help me with everything. I also have an amazing doctor and an incredible team behind her who have all shown me time and again that they won't stop until I get answers. I am humbled and appreciate all of the support everyone has given me. I can only hope nobody out there is going through this horrible mess alone.