There's A Light At The End Of The Tunnel. Let's Hope It's Not A Freight Train...

I've spent nearly three hours inside an MRI this afternoon, with my neck and head clamped into place, so that I couldn't move.  It was the longest and most stressful session I think I've had yet.  The claustrophobia really got to me toward the end. 

Since then, I've had a Vicodin and am spending the rest of the evening in my new recliner...whittling down my Netflix queue. I was hoping to spend some quality time with my family, but this disease had other plans for me.

Quickly looking at the images, it appears that I may have a number of small lesions on my brain.  I also have a shocking number of herniations throughout my spine. If there are lesions, it means that I have MS.

The thought of MS is quite a blow, but it will be good to finally have a name to associate with how I've been feeling.  With a recent dose of steroids, I'm feeling better now than I have since August of last year.  You can probably tell, since I've written more this week than I have all year. 

My neurologist appointment has been moved up from June 28th to June 11.  Hopefully, we'll have some news then.