Friday, June 27, 2008


Normally I would be insulted if someone used that adjective in describing me. However, when used in radiological terminology, it's a good thing.

My ultrasound of my ovary came back as showing I have a simple cyst about the size of a marble on one of my ovaries and that everything is otherwise "unremarkable".

Woohoo!! Doc says simple cysts are almost always benign and that he's not worried about it. We will follow up in 3 months with another ultrasound.

Everything else is fine, too.

I can go back to being bored with a normal-feeling life again. The storm has passed and I survived the scare of an HSV outbreak, the uncertainty of combining Zovirax with my trial meds, the idea of my HPV "proliferating", and the shock of finding out my ovary is "lumpy". That was some week, I tell ya. I'm getting my money's worth with the hair dye since I'd be well past the "60%" gray that I was when the hair dying started, I'm sure.

All that and no MS attack. YET. Of course I wouldn't be the professional hypochondriac that I am if I didn't pay attention to every little whisper of numbness or weakness that my body gives off. That's why I nearly went into a panic last night about 10pm when I realized I couldn't feel my left foot.

Then it dawned on me that I'd been sitting at this computer for hours straight without ever getting up. I always have body parts falling asleep when I do that. I went to bed mildly freaking out and wondering if This Is It as far as my MS goes.

Then I woke up and WHAM! ... nothing. Everything checks out okay this morning.

We now resume our regularly scheduled lives. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers...see?? you DID it! I knew the power of the masses would snatch me up from the depths of ruin. That was a close one.

Friday, June 20, 2008

The guinea pig's guinea pig update

I guess after laying all that on my readers yesterday you all deserve some kind of an update so you know I didn't take the first dose of Zovirax and spontaneously combust or something.

It seems to be making me have "bowel urgency" if you get my drift, and nausea. At least I read the insert and it did claim that those are indeed side effects "that may go away during treatment" (<-- don't you love it when they give you that false hope??!) so at least I'm 90% sure it's the Zovirax and not my nerves giving me the runs and dry heaves. I called the doctor's office just to run it by them (no pun intended) to see if they were acceptable side effects. Nurse talked to doc and he said unfortunately YES, but he didn't want me to get off it for any reason unless I had a Serious Adverse Event (I type that while cringing in fear). I told the nurse that I was tough and could handle it but that I just wanted to touch base and see if the doc expected me to be in the bathroom all day trying to decide which end merits hanging over the bowl most.

It's really not as bad as all that, but I do have less of an appetite, I feel queasy often (it comes in waves) and I make 4 or 5 bathroom trips a day...usually an hour after ingesting the latest round. So, strike the fear of oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-die-tomorrow-after-I-swallow-the-first-pill off my worry list. It didn't do a thing but make me sick. I even mentioned to John that it hasn't affected the Herpes any either. His response? "You only took 3 doses and you have 5 a day for 5 days. Give the stuff a chance!"

Why does he have to always have the annoying tone of the level headed? Can't he see I'm in hypochondriacal overdrive? At least grab your cheeks in a mock look of horror when you tell me I can relax. Sheesh!

Oh, and because my sister told me yesterday that when she reads my blog she scans the posts to find where I have mentioned her, this next paragraph is dedicated to her:

My sister, blah blah blah...and so my sister said blah blah blog and then my sister blah dee blah blah blah my sister my sister my sister my sister my sister.

There, ya happy?? Just kidding, you know I love you. :-)

Back to the dramatic story at hand. Oops. Major short term memory loss. Forgot what I was blogging. Have to go back and read it...just a sec. Okay, I'm back. I confess I again lost my train of thought and had to read it twice, but you didn't know I was gone that long anyhow, so why did I tell you?

Suffice it to say that Fingolimod and Zovirax seem to be compatible in short term dosing without any major side effects. (Oh my God I hope I didn't jinx myself!) So if any of you other Fingolimoders suffer Herpes in one form or another, you can rest easy knowing that at least I could take the antiviral medication and live through it. (knocking wood frantically)

Oh, and I had the ultrasound yesterday, lest we forget my Lumpy Ovary Side Story. The office manager at the imaging center decided to make a judgment call and let me have it done not knowing for sure if they were going to get paid. Some people are still suckers for a sappy sob story. And with everyone having their own version of that kind of story lately I was quite surprised I found a nice person with a heart who works in billing at the imaging place. I'd name her but I forgot her name. Unlike my sister, she probably will never read this, and if she does she won't be looking for HER NAME! (Ahem!

) I found out today that my mom's got to go get the results of her bone density scan and she wanted to go with me to hear the lumpy ovary ultrasound results, so we are going to go together (she got the appt. after mine) like a couple of school girls in order to hear each other's bad news.

She and I are both worriers, so we like to travel in packs. As if 4 ears hearing not-so-good news dissipates the impact and lessens the blow. Who knows, maybe Doc wants to give us good news. My mom's already been told the bone scan looked better than before by her PCP, so her news can't be that bad. I think we both are over thinking this thing and both of us will just be fine. I think maybe the doc just wanted a reason to sit around and talk sailing since all of us used to live on sailboats. That's gotta be all it's about.

Good thing Mom asked for the appointment on the same day as me because once again I got my appointment day mixed up. I'm supposed to go next Wednesday, not Tuesday. At least I would have had notice and not been a day late.

I'll check back in if and Serious Adverse Event comes along between now and then. Otherwise I may take a break and lay down for a while. All this worrying can sure take a lot out of a girl. :-O

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Put your feet in the stirrups and join me on my wild ride

I debated whether or not to post this as it contains some very private details that I don't know if I want to share with everyone on the planet and just shoot it out there into cyberspace never to return. They say you can't unring a bell. Then I thought long and hard about what this blog means to me and the reason for starting it. It was to document my experience in this trial and put *everything* down. The good, the bad, the ugly. The only thing is, I have built up quite a following of readers and many of them are in this clinical trial or contemplating getting in and I now feel an obligation to those readers to provided all the details. So, this leaves me to share with the world a little known fact that I maybe wasn't ready to share, but it's pertinent to the story....

I have had Herpes for nearly 3 decades. There, I said it. So please don't judge me, just realize it is a virus and, as we all know, has been playing a huge roll in the latest (ugly) news about Fingolimod. It's also why I have had a lot of trouble just believing that everything's copesetic and going to be just fine.

Which brings me to my latest news. I worried myself right into an outbreak. Stress does that with Herpes. I discovered it upon waking yesterday morning and you want to talk about a hypochondriac in a panic. I was so freaked out I was trying to recall where I last saw my Xanax bottle that I quit using nearly a year ago. (Nearly means the exp. date hasn't been reached yet, right??) And then, once I found it, I started freaking out about the drug combo with this new *angle* and the UTI etc. so I ended up not taking it but instead just ride out the shakes and the hyperventilating and the feelings of impending doom.

I had told my trial coordinator on Visit 9 that I thought this Fingolimod was working against the Herpes, too, because I hadn't had a single outbreak since starting the trial. She said it was probably because the Fingo had calmed my whole being down and my mind was in a happy place and together mind and body were in sync (I had no clue a boy band was in my body). Before that I was having an attack whenever I had an MS attack -- especially one for which I was receiving steroids.

So, at this point I am feeling stressed but thinking that perhaps the other, less fortunate patients who didn't fair well and made history last week didn't react to the virus swiftly enough or something. I was going to be proactive and get this thing tackled head on. After all, the study nurse said that if I have an outbreak there are things we can do, including start an antiviral therapy.

Having had this stuff for nearly 30 years I had it long before there were "antiviral" medications. And until the latest slew of TV ads about them I didn't think there was any way to fight it except slap a little Blistex on for pain and just ride it out. The virus has certainly calmed itself down and worked out a routine in my body, so up to this point we kind of had a truce or understanding. I conceded that it was here to stay, and it, consequently, decided not to make any huge dramatic flareups but to emerge ho-hum, hang out for several days and then go back into hiding.

So, when I awoke to my day of panic yesterday, and then tossing the Xanax aside, I glanced at the clock. It's only 7 am and the Research Dept. is not yet open. I get the trial nurses phone number (who am I kidding? Ya'll know it's programmed into my cell phone on speed dial, right?) and leave a frantic message.

Centuries go by and a new Ice Age comes.

When she calls, I tell her the news and she spends the next 10 min. trying to calm me down and reassures me that this can be dealt with and everything will be fine. She DIDN'T say "lots of our patients have Herpes outbreaks and it's no big deal, they all do just fine". The only 2 people I have heard about didn't end up *just fine*.

Her strategy was to have me call my primary care doc to see if he could get me in to document that it was indeed an outbreak. We ended the call so that I could get on the horn with the PCP and see if they'd fit me in.

Nope, not gonna happen. He's out of town through Friday.

I call her back. She has meanwhile spoken to the head investigator, my neuro, who is saying I need to be seen by a GYN instead since this whole thing deals with the nether regions. She asks me if I have one. A GYN.

Funny thing about that. Mine retired a couple years ago and I have been so preoccupied by all the MS stuff in my life that I have neglected to care for the other important stuff. And seeing a GYN is more than just routine for me because I had a hysterectomy 9 years ago -- 3 months before my MS diagnosis to be exact. I had cervical cancer.

A new doc has taken over the practice from my retired one, fortunately, and I got on the phone to see if their office would squeeze me in. The study nurse, since talking to the neuro, had taken on a different tone, and while she was still pleasant and reassuring, she did say that if I spoke to the new doc and couldn't get in, to give the number to her and she would call and explain the urgency to them. (HUH??? URGENCY??? I am the only one allowed to use that word and it's because I'M the HYPOCHONDRIAC! Medical personnel who dare to utter the word "urgency" scare me straight to the death which I so fear.)

I call and they have an opening that day (yesterday). When I get there, the next issue is who is going to pay. I have Medicaid but only recently got it and the Medicaid office decided to assign me a PCP whom I have never met at a clinic here in town that I have never been to. I called the Medicaid office and had that changed to my PCP I have been with for 10 years. Only catch is it won't take effect until July 1. *sigh* I tell them to call the trial coordinator (also know as the study nurse in these stories as it takes less typing to call her that.) because they told me Novartis is going to pay for the visit and related testing.

Right now paying for it is the least of my concerns as long as they will see me.

I get in there and finally meet the doc. A very nice and gentle man. He spent over an hour with me and had patients lined up waiting. He was even apologetic at the end of the meeting that he had to cut it off due to others waiting. You don't see many docs like that nowadays...or maybe they are all like that and it's why I have to wait forever -- they just don't spend that time with ME usually.

We went over several things. I explained how Fingo works to him and showed him the bottle. I said "it sequesters the T-cells in the lymph glands to keep them from doing their MS feast on my myelin". Then he said "so, it's an immunosupressant?" and I agreed.

He said that while the Herpes was an issue that needed to be dealt with swiftly in light of the recent news I told him about, he was actually more concerned with the HPV I most certainly have. Another virus who's made my body it's humble abode and is thought to be the culprit in my cervical cancer. He tells me that HPV proliferates in immune compromised individuals and wants to start seeing me every 3 months while on this study drug. He says HPV resides in my tissues even though their favorite target -- my cervix -- has been removed. He said it still lives in me and can attack what remains of my female parts. Now, because I'm on Fingolimod, it's especially imperative that we keep it monitored.

Hoo boy. I hadn't thought of worrying about that.

Then on to the Herpes. He couldn't see it, but did a culture or whatever you call scraping me with a stick. OUCH! And then we discussed treatment. He said he was in favor of keeping me on a constant once a day treatment due to the fact that I was on the study drug, but that he was calling the study nurse to go over it all with her before the treatment was decided.

While he was doing the pelvic exam he was mashing down on my right side, grabbing my ovary which is still there and asking "does this hurt? Because it's quite enlarged and feels like it may have cysts on it. Let's get an ultrasound of it and see what's going on." Oh my GOD! What next??!!

I'll tell ya what next! --> He left to go call the study nurse and create a plan of action. He was gone for quite some time and I was wishing there was a drinking glass I could press against the wall so I could better make out the words being said as all I could hear was a muffled voice. Dang! Guess I'll have to wait.

He came back in and said "Here's what we are going to do, but I want to explain something to you. We decided to put you on a 5 day course of 5 pills a day (wow!) of Zovirax. It's an antiviral used to treat outbreaks. We aren't going to put you on a constant treatment at this point, but rather just treat this outbreak."

I say "bring it on!" and he says "well, there is a catch. See, this medicine is known to interact with some other drugs such as several chemos and other immunosupressants, but because it's never been studied with Fingolimod, we don't know how you will react or if there could be any serious drug interactions."

Could this be any MORE of a soap opera??!! I tell you, I should break this off into separate stories each with their own cliff hangers and wait until the fall to let you know what happened in the end.

My reply was "I'm already a guinea pig that has been joined by a couple thousand other guinea pigs testing this drug. I guess I could take a giant step forward from that group and be the only one with a hand raised saying 'I'll be a guinea pig's guinea pig and see what happens.'"

At first, truth be told, before I said okay, I said "Should I just get out of this trial and off the drug? Is this all too great a risk?"

I have to give the doc credit. He'd never met me before and had all this dumped in his lap only a short time before, with his brain still processing it all. He responded by sitting down, putting a hand on my knee and asking "How has it helped your MS to be in this trial?" The nurse by his side silently offered me a tissue as the tears sprang forth.

"I can't tell you all the ways my life has improved! I am almost a regular human again -- or so I thought before I walked in that door! There's no way I want to quit, it's just that all these complicated issues scare the crap out of me."

He said "As well they should, but you are doing the right thing by dealing with them head on. I say, if your MS has improved that much then it's all worth the risks. We just have to form a team and everyone stay in communication on this. As long as you are closely monitored, everything will be alright."

I warned him right up front that I am a professional hypochondriac, so he wouldn't tell me what adverse events to watch for with the drug combo. Rats! Me and my big mouth!

His office lady scheduled a follow up for me next Tuesday and wrote me an order for the ultrasound (I keep forgetting the Bonus Prize in all this -- a lumpy ovary.)

I dropped off the Rx and get home to find out the imaging place that's supposed to do my ultrasound today can't do it because Medicaid wants an authorization from my PCP on record. Remember I said the change I made to the correct PCP won't be effective until July 1? Well, they want some doc I have never seen to okay the order for the ultrasound. When I explain the problem they tell me of another imaging place in town that can do it without the prior auth. and I call them. I get an appointment for July 27th. I call the GYN's office to let them known and she says "that's unacceptable. Doc wants your results when you come next Tuesday." Wow. The seriousness of all this stuff is starting to sink in. Can't wait another week?? Oh my GOD! A hypochondriac's worst fears are starting to come to life....but I'll be okay.

So that ends the story thus far. You know as much as I know at this point.

I got up half way through this story and took my very first pill of the 5 I have to take today and it seems like I never missed a beat recounting the story, right? Well, the magical thing about writing is that you can take time to get up from the chair, make a half a peanut butter sandwich and wash it down with a bottle of water, search the house from top to bottom for that damn bottle of pills you JUST got, dig through last night's trash fearing you threw them away with the KFC garbage (because after news like that who can cook?!) and then find them right where you saw them first but mistook them for your Doxycycline. I wash the garbage from my hands, feel my head spin with the thrill of anticipation, and wash down the first pill. Came back to write for a while and only got up once to have an urgent bout of the runs. Was it the nerves, or medicine? Only my hairdresser knows for sure.

So, that concludes this exciting episode...stay tuned for next week's "See that thing on your untrasound image?" episode.

All you people following along who are on, or want to be on, the Fingolimod...hang in there. Even though it all sounds scary, I feel like everything really will be alright in the end. It's a blessing in disguise that I had this little Herpes outbreak. I would have never known about the HPV angle or the "cysts" on my ovary. Someone's watching over me. I think it's my Dad looking down and wrapping his arms around me from heaven. When I went to KFC I pulled into the parking lot wishing I had the camera for I saw the most beautiful rainbow I'd ever seen in 47 years of being in this skin. As I drove home it was ahead of me all the way, and when I got to my street, I kid you not, that darn rainbow ended not at a pot of gold, but on my house! Someone's watching over me.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Not letting it get to me, or, scared of my own shadow

I keep telling myself.... "Don't let it get to you!" When I woke up Sunday and realized that I didn't feel quite right and I started making more frequent trips to the bathroom with some measure of urgency (hard to run with your legs crossed trying to hold it in!) it dawned on me that I had yet another UTI coming down on me.

I've had a number of them since starting this trial. It's never been more than an annoying inconvenience ... until now.

It seems this news of the fingolimod coma and death have made an impact on my psyche, moreso that I was aware of. I find myself making sure not to touch stuff out in public any more than I have to, I've enlarged my "personal space" from a foot or so to more like six feet, I make sure not to put my hands to my face when out in public, and when I come home I scrub my hands and arms thoroughly as if prepping for surgery.

Why take any chances, right? I mean, if I can keep myself from letting any virus or illness strike, then I better use all the defenses I have.

So, when I got the UTI it was more than just your ho-hum, "I'll just drink more water and make it go away" reaction. It was more like sheer terror. Like "oh my God! I can't have been invaded by something my immune system is going to have to fight! What if I have a relapse too?? Then what??"

HUMOR ALERT:-------------------------------------------------------------

When I googled "look of terror" to add something here, look at the image that came up in the search results. I nearly spewed my decaf all over my screen. I wonder if it comes up when searching "bad hair day" too?!

/Humor Alert-------------------------------------------------------------------

On the outside I am telling myself I need to just calm down. Just because one person died and another is in a coma while in this clinical trial does NOT mean a UTI is going to kill me. But then there is this really annoying tiny voice in the back of my head that no matter how hard I try I can't shut her up. She saying "it could happen," and then just leaving the conversation at that as if taunting me to fret over it.

Which I am very good at doing. I come from a long line of worriers. Over the centuries we have perfected the art of imagining every possible horrible scenario and then wasting precious time fretting over them, when nearly every single time the eventual outcome of the scenario is in real life nowhere near as bad as what we had imagined. Thus all that precious time spent worrying could have been used to do something more productive, like end the health care crisis, or world hunger, or achieve world peace. But no, we women of the Clan Worry do what we do best. It's in our genes.

I don't think my sister got that gene. Or the memo, or something. She's more of a "I'll worry about that if I have to," kind of person who doesn't expend emotional energy being worried. I don't know how anyone can be like that. She could be in peril or something and not even be aware. You have to foresee all possible, grisly outcomes in order to prepare for them and avoid them. It terrifies me to think of being so blase as to take life as it comes and not worry about it. What do people like that think about??

So, back to the UTI. I called the trial coordinator because that is what she said to do just last week when I called to pick her brain about what she knew of the recent death and coma. She told me that I shouldn't worry (here we go again...she has no CLUE who she's dealing with!) and that I have always done the right thing and informed them of any UTI or URI I was having and got it taken care of swiftly. That was the way a "good trial patient should react." (I took that to mean "with a modicum of terror", so I'm apparently a "model" patient.)

Anyhow, she told me to get with my PCP to have a urine test done and get on antibiotics. I got in to see him yesterday afternoon and because there really isn't anything besides Doxycycline that I'm not allergic to, and his lab tech was out for the day, he just listened to the symptom list, poked me in the lower abdomen and than banged on my kidneys trying to elicit a scream, and when none was forthcoming, he whipped out the prescription pad and wrote out the usual. I told him he should just have a pad printed up with my name, the Doxy scrip and all right on it. Save himself some time writing since I know how much Drs. seem to loath that judging from their penmanship.

All this came about, no doubt, because I deviated from the routine. The Routine being:

Drink lots of water and snack all day long.
Avoid caffeine.
Avoid sodas.
Eat right.
Go to bed at 10 p.m. or at least fall asleep in front of the TV then.

The part I deviated from was all of the above except for "Avoid caffeine." I didn't drink my water, I drank sodas, I skipped meals, and 2 nights in a row I was up til after midnight and then got up at 5 a.m. because Little Kitty (who is now nearly bigger than Big Kitty, but we didn't forsee that when naming them) sharpens her claws on my box spring at 5 "sharp" (pun intended). By the time I have flung my foot off the side of the bed to wave around wildly trying to make her cease and desist, I am fully awake and get up because I can't go back to sleep. It works out perfectly for her. And she doesn't need anything but just wants me to get up to go in the living room with her where I have found she will leave me alone and allow me to resume my sleep in the recliner.

Anyhow, all those factors resulted in the inevitable UTI of which I now write.

The scary part is the *pseudo exacerbation* that comes with it. On top of the frequency-urgency-lowerabdomenpain I'm dealing with, I am also experiencing some old symptoms. My feet have numbed up a little bit and the tops of my feet and fronts of my calves now burn with the fire/ice feeling a little. Not enough to make me seek out medical intervention, yet more like a "Wow! I forgot I used to have a feeling like that only way more intense," reaction.

So, I have to keep telling myself that this is NOT a real exacerbation, but only a shadow of a former one trying to scare me. When I get the mild temp and the infection back under control I will be back to my new old self.

Banish the fear from my mind (fat chance!) and fill my glass with water for no measly little UTI is going to get the better of me! Cheers! I'll drink (6-8 glasses per day) to that!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Update on Fingolimod (FTY720) death and future of the study

Rather than troll the internet for new information which could possibly be inaccurate, I had a brilliant idea. I called my study coordinator to get the info straight from the horse's mouth.

You may recall that she is the one from a foreign country and speaks with a beautiful accent which is mesmerizing and I blamed not hearing my correct appointment date for my last visit on the fact that I was busy listening to her voice.

Well, today I paid attention to every single word.

I called because someone had posted on the MSWorld message board that there have been 2 deaths. That was news to me.

I told the coordinator that I was concerned and to please tell me all that she knew.

Here is what she had to say:

One patient has contracted viral encephalitis and she is now in a coma.

The other patient had suffered a MS relapse and was put on steroids. She returned to work at a day care facility before it was recommended that she do so. She contracted chicken pox from a client. Due to her immune system being further compromised by the use of steroids, she ended up dying.

They are not at this time going to halt the study or the extension phase.

Tomorrow, Thursday June 12, they will be having an online conference where Novartis is going to communicate with all the involved study centers at once to inform them of any updates to the info that they have gathered concerning these two patients, and they will instruct the study coordinators as to any new protocol they may have.

Both patients had been on the study drug for nearly a year, starting this phase III trial in the summer of '07.

Novartis has not released whether these patients were on the Fingolimod or Placebo or Avonex.

My study coordinator was unsure whether they were both in the TRANSFORMS study or a different FTY720 study. The TRANSFORMS study has no placebo. You are either on Fingolimod or Avonex.

My instructions were to not worry, be vigilant about any infections I may get and inform the study nurse/neuro about them.

She reminded me that I had suspected I had a UTI last year and had mentioned it to them and they started me on Doxycyclin right away -- even before getting the result of the urine test back. Turns out I was right, I did have a UTI. She said THAT is how I should always approach any type of new thing I become aware tackle it head on, right away, and not take a wait and see stance.

I asked that she please call me if she finds out any new info after the conference tomorrow as I am very curious, having a huge stake in this.

So...I'm back to thinking only good thoughts and trying to forget that there are risks with everything we do in life. The benefits still outweigh the risks for me. I'd rather have a fantastic quality of life and die suddenly than have a terrible miserable existence and live to be 100. So far this study has given me my life back and I'm still not ready to give up on it!

If I get any calls from the study people and have any more info to share, I'll be sure and post it.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Novartis says FTY720 trial continues despite death

This article was just brought to my attention regarding the serious infections experienced by two clinical trial patients and the subsequent death of one.

Click here to read the full article.

This trial, it must be remembered, is the largest clinical trial for MS patients ever and includes upwards of 1250 patients in the head to head comparison of Fingolimod to Avonex alone. There are several other trials running concurrently and extension phases of prior trials. People die for all kinds of reasons. It doesn't necessarily mean that fingolimod was the cause of, or contributing factor in, the patient's death.

While the news of serious infection and death is not something I take lightly, these are the risks we take when we agree to test out medicine that's experimental.

I know I have personally suffered an increase in UTIs and upper respiratory infections this past year, but nothing that drinking more water and avoiding crowds during flu season along with more rigorous hand washing hasn't kept in control.

There are risks with any medication. The trick is to weigh the risk vs. the efficacy. I still believe Fingolimod will go to market -- they haven't even stopped the trial over this news -- and when it does, we will each have to make our own informed and personal decision about whether to take it (or any other disease modifying drug) or not.

This news scares me, naturally, but my faith in the miracle FTY720 has brought me cannot be squelched that easily.

My condolences to the family of the patient who died. My sincerest thanks for their participation in this trial. It was a noble cause and they did not die in vain. The fact that they were a contributing member of a group who are giving of themselves (and in their case, their very life!) for the greater good of all the MS community speaks volumes about the type of person they were.

I seriously hope it wasn't PML and that it wasn't related to the use of the drug.

Memorial Day marathon

It wasn't really a marathon per se, but for me it may as well have been. How I neglected to report on this remarkable feat before now can only be explained by the need for my brain to block out such memories.

Memorial Day in Palatka, Florida is always the harbinger of the Blue Crab Festival. At least it's been that way for the last 20 years. When the festival first started it was something I always enjoyed and, since I wasn't even 30 at the time and had yet to be diagnosed with MS, never gave a second thought to the amount of physical exertion (aka "walking") that would be required to attend it.

This year, bolstered by learning to hop and run (in short spurts) again, and having a heady, intoxicating feeling that only the Placebo Effect can give you, I dared to contemplate Doing The Festival.

I would take my son who is nine and my granddaughter who is five (no, she's not his kid) and enlist the aid of my sister to head into the trenches with me.

We planned to execute the attack at near dawn, when it was cool and the festival goers were unsuspecting. Turned out 10:30 is when the festival actually got underway. So much for beating the heat and by then all the festival goers were suspecting.

My sister brought two umbrellas so that wherever we ended up we would have portable shade.

The map below is of part of the area that the festival covered. The green dotted line represents my great mood and overconfident feelings of invincibility as we strolled the fair, passing all the wonderful food wagons and seeing all the happy people as we headed toward the carnival rides (the focal point of interest for the kids.)

Where the green line makes a loop at the right of the image is where some of the carnival rides were. We approached a ticket booth and asked where the "kiddie" rides were. They said "most of them are down there." pointing to where my green dotted line ends and the yellow begins.

There's a reason it changed from green to yellow and it didn't all have to do with the heat or my ability to walk. Some of it had to do with the fact that we had walked all that blessed way only to find out that the majority of rides were you-gotta-be-this-tall rides and she was only this tall. As usual, the tickets cost a gazillion bucks but you think to yourself "this isn't all that bad...20 tickets for 20 bucks" only to discover the rides all took 2 or 3 tickets each. To top it off, the only thing my granddaughter really wanted to do was ride the pony but that didn't take tickets; it took another $5. No pony ride.

You'll notice that the yellow line loops back and goes to where we had circled around when in the green mood. This was in hopes that there was a least one freakin' ride that my granddaughter could go on. We found a couple. Whew. That's why it stayed yellow. I was only in a cautious mood.

Then we headed back down to the other end because my son wanted to ride the big slide one last time. Then we got funnel cakes at $5 each and headed back to the truck.

The line turns from yellow to red not because I was angry (which you might suspect from the earlier colors correlating to my moods). It turned red because the yellow should have been a warning to me. My legs were yelling at me the whole time saying "We're givin' 'er all she's got, Captain! I don't think we can hold 'er up any more!"

At the booth while waiting on the funnel cakes and feeling like I was under a steaming hot wet blanket, my legs got wobbly.

Every step from there back to the truck was taken by sheer brute force of my mind telling my legs there was no other choice and they WERE going to carry me back to the truck. All the while holding my son's hand and balancing 10 bucks worth of funnel cakes while keeping an eye out for crazy drivers (and pedestrians) ready to mow me down.

I didn't get to stroll the booths and see all the hand made stuff that people brought to sell me. I didn't even get one of the nifty frog-faced Geico fans that someone was handing out. We came, we walked, we got ripped off by carnies, got a funnel cake (no wait! That still falls under being ripped off by carnies.) and then we went home.

When I got home I was radiating those heat waves that you see on your car hood when it's been in the blazing sun for a while. It took me probably an hour to cool off.

And then I realized something.

I have come a very long way in this past year. Last year I was seriously considering how I would adjust to life in the hover round. This year I was considering activities that brought me back to the land of the normal.

I feel very privileged to have been able to walk, unaided, for all that way, (at least as far or farther than the 500 meter walk for the EDSS) in the heat, with 2 whining kids and a sweating sister who wasn't much happier than I was.

And now that I have done that, I will try to remember why I should stay home next year and sit in the AC. There's nothing I will be missing and I will still have $50 in my pocket...and I won't feel like I just walked a marathon.

I'm giving the credit where credit is due. I bet you are all getting sick of hearing this, but here goes...THANK YOU, FINGOLIMOD (or Avonex, whichever is the "real" drug). I couldn't have done it without ya.

Sorry there are no pictures. It was a strategic decision. Carry the camera? Or carry a water bottle? Water won.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

If I can wear my jammies and hair combing is optional, then yes, I accept.

For the past week or so I have been a woman obsessed. I discovered Mahjong Connect on the website and it has robbed me of my life in chunks as large as an hour at a time. I have never been a junky of any sort, and my need to play this game is alarmingly disturbing to me.

I watched a show on the gaming channel the other day (I don't even know what the name of the channel is) and it was a documentary all about these nerds who were so into Donkey Kong and breaking the all time record and reaching the Kill Screen, and rolling the score over, etc. I couldn't believe it. I switched it off, shaking my head at what pathetic losers they were to be so serious about a stupid video game. I just couldn't watch any more.

I had to get back to the computer to play Mahjong Connect.

I burned dinner while level 2 got the better of me, again and again and again. In my own defense, the biscuits out of the can never cook according to the directions and the tops were perfectly fine while the blackened bottoms stuck to the pan. And I can't help it that my stove timer's alarm sounds exactly like a truck backing up and I live on a busy street. It always takes a while for it to dawn on me that my dinner is probably in flames and that's what that noise is. My dad always said: "When it's smokin', it's cookin'; when it's burnin', it's done." (Why he had to say something with so much punctuation is beyond me!)

So tonite when I was reading my email and I broke out into an I-can't-believe-what-I'm-reading, joyous cacaphony of racous sounds, it was only natural that my son yelled "What did you do?? Make it to Level 3 finally??!!" He came running to share in the momentous occasion.

"No, it's better than that! I got an email from a guy who used to teach at Harvard and has a wellness website who read my blog and wants to feature me on his website!!"

His shoulders slumped and he headed back to his Xbox 360. "Oh. Call me when you get to level 3, okay?"

Who knows. Perhaps my misplaced excitement is better reserved for just that achievement. My nine year old may be smarter than I look.

Out of curiosity and (naturally) the need to brag to someone who might actually care, I wrote to BrainCheese to tell her about the letter. This was after Googling the good doctor and visiting the website to make sure everything was on the up and up.

Good news is, there is a guy who fits the description of the author of the email who was a teacher at Harvard and is associated with the wellsphere website. Bad news (well, not that bad, but made me feel less "special") is that Linda got the same email, albeit with her site mentioned in place of mine in the letter...I'm assuming.

So the doc is trolling for bloggers to fluff out his site. Is that so wrong? Probably a good business move. The more relevant content, the higher his site will rank.

I was all set (before Linda burst my bubble and told me she got the same letter) to barter for an honorary degree from Harvard and, of course, medical insurance. Looks like that's out. DRAT!

Anyhow, anything that could take me away from Mahjong for even a little while is probably a good thing in the long run.

As long as I don't have to change what I do or when I do it or how I do it...I'm all for fame and glory.

Glad to see someone finally recognized my well hidden jeenyus. can all say you knew me when.

Mr. DeVille, I'm ready for my closeup! And I'll take that Academy Award now, thank you very much.