After the first hospitalization, we moved from our cute, two-story town house to a nice, 2 bedroom, bottom floor, apartment. We were in the bottom floor apartment for a about 9 months before my 2nd hospitalization. After my diagnosis, our income got cut in half, as well as our short run of independence.
My husband’s family opened up a spare bedroom for us to rent. Both of them enjoy cooking and it was always cool to learn different recipes from them. My brother-in-law was a teen and we got along fine. During our time living with them, we were able to save up money towards buying our first home.
We knew we wanted to buy a house in the same town we grew up in. It was a good school district, a safe town & both sets of first-time grandparents were already here. There are also 2 aunt’s and an uncle. Yup, grandparents! While living with my in-laws, we created a human. It wasn’t planned, but we were OVERJOYED! I’ll tell you more about her is another story!
We also liked the extra assistance if my MS acted up. With a disease as unpredictable as MS, having a back-up plan is advised.
While sometimes I wish I had more time between HS and MS to experience life, I’m also VERY grateful to have had such a great support system available since the beginning.
My first year as a newlywed did not go as I had hoped or planned, it was a crash course on “in sickness and in health”. Both of us stand by those vows. 17 years in, we are still in it to win it!
3 months after I married my best friend and high school sweetheart, I started to feel slight numbness on my left side. My walking also started to be a bit wobbly. I was captain Jack Sparrow, a little twirly and had my arms at my side to catch me. After a co-worker suggested I see a doc, my husband and I decided to see how the weekend went. But, I didn’t really think I needed to.
I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t have a fever & ER’s are expensive. I was not sacrificing a weekend. If I was still feeling off, I’d go see the doc on Monday … that was what sick time was for … duh Again … I was 20 (eye roll)
The following Sunday, my hubby and I went car shopping. After visiting a few lots, we had mostly decided that we would be turning around to head home soon when I hear my husband ask … “Did you feel that?” <—– (THOSE 4 WORDS) “Feel what?” I answer While I was staring out the window for the next dealership to possibly visit, my husband bit my hand. YUP. There were cute little teeth indentations on the inside palm and back of my left hand. To this day, I’m still not sure if he was trying to call me out on the strangest call for attention ever or if he was trying to assess the situation.
Eventually, we went to the ER closest to our apartment and surrendered to the doctors … That ER visit turned into 9 nights and 10 days. During those 10 days, I had several CT’s, my braces removed bedside, 4 sets of MRI’s, a spinal tap, as well as every pee test, blood test and cognitive function test known to man. When I left that hospital, I had a brand new old man walker, a mini-stroke diagnosis, physical therapy orders and my very first neurologist.
I did physical therapy, we moved to a one story apartment and I was able to return to work in a few months. The next hospital visit wouldn’t be until the following March. I went in this time because my right side was numb.
In March 2003, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis.