I was anxious and excited to finally talk to a neurologist. It had been five days since I lost vision in my right eye. Five days of doctor's appointments, steroid infusions, blood draws, and an MRI. Five days of Googling symptoms, wondering, and worrying about what was wrong with me. Five days with no answers.… Continue reading First Neurologist Appointment
Whenever I saw someone get an MRI in a movie, I thought, I could not do that. The idea of being trapped in that tube, unable to sit up or move, was terrifying. But, I had to get an MRI. Of my brain. It was 6 o'clock at night. The offices were closed, except urgent… Continue reading The First MRI
On Sunday, I went back to urgent care for my third steroid infusion. This time, they called me into a small pre-screening room first. There was a nurse who took my vitals and asked a series of routine questions. There was also a doctor. Her face was on an i-Pad-like screen, which was attached to… Continue reading They Think It’s MS?
When I left the eye doctor, I was in tears. I couldn't see out of my right eye. I knew it was neurological, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. The eye doctor told me to go to urgent care for a neurological exam, steroids, and an MRI. I was panicking, imagining the… Continue reading Steroids
On Thursday I worked from home while my son had virtual school. We went to a protest for police accountability and racial justice; we held signs, we chanted, and we listened to powerful speakers. On the way home, we sang along with the radio and danced in the car, not caring how silly we looked.… Continue reading Day One: I Can’t See
I celebrated my 40th birthday with a girls weekend of wine tasting, a night out at a Cirque du Soleil-style dinner theatre, and brunch. I'd been looking forward to 40 and wanted to make a big-ish deal out of it. I spent weeks shopping for just the right dress, shoes, and accessories to feel fabulous,… Continue reading My 40th Year