Today I went to the hospital to pick up my test results.
I opened the blood tests first because I suspected there wouldn’t be much to be afraid of on that front. And as I suspected, everything was normal. Great.
So off to the MRI results. I started reading, I read again, and I reread, in confusion, amazement… in disbelief. And then I was completely stoked. There are no new lesions. None. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Not in the brain, not in the spinal cord. And nothing lights up after contrast, which means the old lesions aren’t active.
I was thinking how come…? I had one of the most difficult, most stressful years of my life. I’ve been off any meds for over half a year. I was worse off with the meds? What does this even mean? Was it the going back to yoga classes? Was it the trying to stress less at work? Was it the extra vitamin D I got this summer by spending more time at the beach?
But then I thought no more. I take it as it is. I’m not asking any questions until I see a doctor.
I called my mother. She said it’s just my sheer strength. That I’m going to be OK. And I cried tears of joy for the first time in years.