I was probably due. For those unfamiliar, ENC refers to Evil Nurse Carol, she being the RN who is the right hand woman of my MS specialist we all know... Read More

I’ve been pondering my supposed treatment refractory situation for what feels like every minute of every day since my last appointment with The Great Scott. I’m not going to lie,... Read More

I’m not really sure what I want to write about. This is unusual for me. I usually have at least three or four posts swimming around in my brain at... Read More

Here’s the unfiltered truth about why writing this blog has been helpful to me. It’s not about helping others. Or even helping myself, really. It was mostly about the fact... Read More

When I started to write this post, it went sideways. I wanted to be honest about the way I’m struggling, all the times I cried, how frustrated I am by... Read More

Well, it’s probably not exactly 527 but it’s gotta be close by this time, so while I sit here with no power and nothing to distract me but my dying... Read More

The thing about being tested is you can prepare all you want but the Universe probably has her own ideas about how things are going to roll. You’ve probably gone... Read More

I’ve had a really bad couple of days. I could feel it coming in the parts of me that hurt worse when a bad day is looming. I could see... Read More

I like to play a little game sometimes now that I’m in my post-Lemtrada recovery period. I call this game Recovering or Just Lazy: You Be the Judge. While I’m... Read More

The thing is, I’m really not sorry. I mean I am sorry but I don’t want to be sorry. I wish I could stop myself from feeling sorry because it’s... Read More