Sarah in Illinois left these questions in a comment last week, and rather than let the answers get buried back there, I figured I might as well address them in an honest-to-goodness post! I’m curious how the transition to life in Sweden was for you and Lydia. Did you speak any Swedish, and have you… Read More Adjustment
When I left off last night, I had moved to Sweden and gone off my MS medication. Though I was still having a couple of flare-ups per year, in the main I was feeling better than I had done in years. Nearly a year after I moved, I got pregnant. It is often the case… Read More The calm after the storm …
Oh, right … pretty much everything was sucking hard, and I was rapidly approaching breaking point. The interferon injections were supposed to reduce the number of flare-ups I was having to two per year, at most. Ideally, I would have only one, or even none. Clearly, it wasn’t working for me, and after a couple… Read More Okay, so where were we?
When last we met our heroine, she had just been given a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis and had begun to ponder what that would mean for her future … Back on that fateful day of diagnosis (three days before my twenty-fifth birthday, incidentally), it actually came as something of a relief to finally be able… Read More MS — Part the Second
As I’m sure anyone who’s still reading is aware, I’ve been painfully short of inspiration lately, so I asked several of my friends to give me some ideas for posts. One thing that was mentioned by a few different people was multiple sclerosis, and since that’s been on the forefront of my mind a little… Read More MS — the early years.
You know you’ve been assimilated to life in Sweden when you receive notification from your doctor that an appointment has been scheduled–a full three weeks after the test itself was performed–for the two of you to discuss the results of your recent MRI, and you think to yourself, without even a trace of sarcasm, Wow,… Read More Not in Kansas anymore
A little while ago I walked up the stairs behind Petra, on my way to make her an afternoon snack. As she does sometimes, she moved extremely slowly, bent over and getting her hands into it in such a way that she was practically crawling. After at least thirty seconds had passed and we hadn’t… Read More Clarifying