My Story (so far)

What might seem odd, after having published 42 posts, is to be writing something entitled “My Story”.   Since I wasn’t clever enough to have made my last post The Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life, The Universe, And Everything, I decided it was high time to write a short biographical, with all the interesting bits in one place.  You see, lately I’ve been joining various online groups — mostly MS-related — and I am finding the redundancy of “introducing” myself over and over again to be incredibly tedious.  The future plan?  Point ’em to this tell-all page.  Brilliant! So, with apologies to those who have already slogged through 42 posts, here goes … Continue reading

Data, diagnosis, and the Scientific Method

My previous emails have been an attempt to provide a 15-year background and quickly catch up to the present-day.  I’m almost there!  When I last posted, I was discussing my Copaxone treatment, and mentioned that one reason that I had fallen “off the wagon” for a couple of days was because of an unusually stressful week that got me home late each evening and really just too tired to deal with the hassle and pain.

Well, there was another reason for temporarily stepping off the wagon… Continue reading

How I got here, Part 2: Choose your charities carefully!

I love to cycle.  My love for bikes started when I was an undergraduate … one of my physics lab teaching assistants (TA)  had a beautiful, very expensive bike that he had won in a bike race.  That bike went everywhere with him, and was a permanent fixture during labs.  As I was hanging weights off of pulleys, and trying to figure out why the hell my circuits weren’t working, I’d sneak glances at that beautiful, sleek bike and wish it were mine.  My lab TA — the owner of said bike —  did semi-professional racing on weekends, and his body was a toned, lean-mean machine.  He made biking look very, very cool. Continue reading

How I got here, Part 1: Do you see my aura?!

More time has passed since my first blog entry than I would have liked, but I’ve been busy and have had a couple of “firsts” to talk about — but I’ll save that news for a future post.   With this post, I’ll focus on my medical history, in case it is of interest to anyone.  I would be particularly interested to know if anyone else out there with M.S. has experienced a similar medical history.

I was born in Detroit, MI but my family moved to eastern KY between 2nd and 3rd grade.  Up until 5th grade, I was quite healthy, if not a wee too plump (we moved very close to both grandparents, and the grandmothers believed in stuffing their grandchildren full of good food and yummy baking creations).  One day, when I was 10 years old and riding the bus to school, something odd happened. Continue reading