Just three months after I met my future husband, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Shocked and devastated, I had no idea what having MS would mean for my life. My mind instantly went to needing a cane by 40, a wheelchair by 45-50 and, worst of all, having a body that wouldn’t let me become a mum.
I met Matt at a chicken shop where I was buying lunch. I recognised him straight away as a guy I went to primary school with 27 years earlier. A text from him 90 minutes later developed into a slow but steady courtship and one that would be tested sooner than either of us realised.
At first I ignored my symptoms. Looking back it seems ridiculous that I waited six weeks before seeing a doctor, but I honestly didn’t think it was that big a deal. Given my inclination to get worked up about things, I thought that perhaps it was my mind more than the actual situation.
The symptoms were never consistent. First I felt an intense vibration. I would scratch myself on the arm and feel a vibration right throughout my body. Following this I experienced numbness and weakness in my legs. Some days I would be ok; that is I could walk normally and feel only heaviness and pain in some parts of my legs. Other days I would be crawling on the ground and unable to walk 10 metres.
It wasn’t until I was walking down the street one day in 2007 that I realised I couldn’t feel my ankles or my feet and I looked down to see that my right foot had given way all together.
I rang my dad and then my GP who got me an appointment with a leading neurologist the next day. Three weeks, two MRI’s, multiple blood tests and a lumbar puncher later I was diagnosed with Relapsing Remitting MS. Apparently I’d had it since 2005.
While getting tested, MS wasn’t even mentioned as a possibility to me, neither by my GP or my neurologist. Matt had been away for work during that time and I was at the airport picking him up when I said to him half jokingly, “Can you imagine if it is MS? My life would be ruined”.