take that ms

Last week I wrote about how ms is mean. Well, we kicked MS in the shins. Hiii-yah! (That's the sound I make when I kick MS in the shins...obviously.) Yesterday we had our dreaded appointment with husband's neurologist. The doctor is not dreaded- he's a very nice man- but as I wrote before, our last 6-month appointment lead to a slew of overwhelming decisions. I dreaded the potential of another bad MRI, another failed treatment, another routine to learn.

WELL: our doctor said yesterday, while sitting behind his big, wooden desk and glancing up from images of my husband's brain, "it's all good." NO active enhancing lesions. NO negative signs in the blood work. NO irregularities in the physical exam. Praise the LORD! There may be a new lesion on husband's right temporal lobe, but our doctor and the radiologist are hashing that one out. I'm on our doctor's side- its not there; its totally not there. 

There are few things better than hearing good news about the state of your husband's central nervous system. My husband's BRAIN is doing FABULOUSLY. How awesome is that??

Neurologist-bearer-of-good-news-man also gave us a funny metaphor with which to explain what MS is/does. He said your brain is like a college campus, full of college students. Now, most of those students go to class, study, and generally do what they're suppose to, but when you have MS, every now and then a bunch of the students get drunk and trash the place. Stupid drunk college students. Watch out, I'm getting really good at my hiii-yah kick to the shins.