On Friday, the man & I journeyed down to UPenn for my follow-up with our (my?) new MS specialist.  I have to say… anti-climatic.  I’m not sure if I have the time or patience to put together a really thought-provoking diatribe about my frustrations with the short-comings of our medical industry.  But please know that my non-sensical rants at the height of frustration and fatigue focus fairly specifically about just that.

Not knowing much more now than we knew before is disappointing.

Signing up for a myriad of tests … again … that’s just downright discouraging. I know it’s part of the process – part of what needs to be done.  But man oh  man.  I just want to get to the point where my calendar isn’t a lot of green ink and doctor’s appointments.

It’s also ironic that as I wade through all of the ins and outs of MS, the Obama-care debate is raging … in fact, the government might or might not shut down tomorrow.  Craziness.

Healthcare.  It’s a real bitch.  And then again, it’s the most important thing of all. It carries such a weight of importance.  It sot of blows my mind that for much of my twenties, I didn’t have insurance, and I didn’t even think about it.  What if my benefits significantly change now, and all of a sudden, MS cripples my husband and I financially?  It’s frightening.

Anyway.  Enough with the doldrums!

Lots of good things happened to redeem September, so I’m heading into October uplifted and enthusiastic.  It’s my favorite month, I’m feeling more mobile and more comfortable in my own skin again, and those things have to be the foundation of my outlook.