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choices

Let me tell you, dealing with MS, a new restaurant finally being officially official (whoppee!) and planning a wedding … it can leave a lady a little exhausted.  I’ve had so many moments during this very speedy month of February when I have been bursting with things to type.  In fact, I am tacking on to a partially written post right now, because there’s nothing that can quite replace words written at a  specific time.

On Monday, I woke up to the awesome news of being selected in the Broad Street lottery to run this year.  In a fit of enthusiasm, I signed up on February 4th because I had decided that I wasn’t going to let MS limit me, or change me.  I’d always wanted to run Broad Street more than once, and I didn’t want weirdly numb legs to prevent me.  Lucy and I have ramped up our jogging this week, and while I am sore, I am also exhilarated.  Things have changed in my life ~ there’s no disputing that.  But who’s to say that in a lot of ways, those changes haven’t been for the better?

Let’s backtrack a little bit … Here’s where I was at on February fifth ~ feels like yesterday.  But as I said, February is feeling pretty speedy this year.

When my doctor handed me a pile of information about various MS drugs, I felt a little bit overwhelmed, as well as completely disinterested in learning anything else.  It was a long day, overloaded with information, and settling in for an evening of drug research did not feel like the way I wanted to end it.  (No, I ended it with Nutella).

But now, as my follow-up appointment looms in the not-too-distant future, I know I need to buckle down, and get to it.

Interestingly enough, I’ve done more research on alternative ways to heal.  I’ve never been a big pharmaceutical kinda gal (I still can’t remember the difference between ibuprofen and acetaminophen and which one should be taken for what).  What’s so fascinating is the powerful link between diet modifications, exercise therapy and remissions in MS flares.

From January 21st until February 18th, nifty promotional packages for four different MS drugs sat on my living room coffee table, reminding me that I was on a timeline.  It was strange ~ I’d been anticipating the diagnosis.  In certain ways it was a relief.  Finally, an explanation for all the hoops I’d been hopping through for the past six months.  Instead of being full of questions and daunting ‘grayness’ about all the symptoms and strange new physical difficulties, I was full of questions and curiosity about a known quantity.

Once I metaphorically ripped the band-aid off, the research wasn’t bad.  It was interesting and comforting to read forums where people were struggling with the same choices I was facing.  Not only how to deal with having MS, but more specifically, which drug therapy to use, and why.  I’ve had a lot of people in my life weigh in on how they believe I should be living post-diagnosis, and I know that their thoughts come from a place of positivity and concern.  But here’s the other truth.  Whatever decisions I have made or will make need to be ones I feel one hundred percent about, because my belief in the course of action is, to me, half the battle.  The placebo effect, if you will.  It’s pretty much exactly what my doctor said when he handed me the different drug options.

Here were my choices (I like to think of choosing as picking the least of a bunch of evils).

Copaxone.  For those of you versed in the MS world, this one is a synthetic drug (and not an interferon) treatment,  and the positives are that the side effects aren’t as extreme as the interferons.  The negative for me was the abundance of instances of really bad injection site reactions.  Urgh.

Avonex.  This is an interferon treatment (interferons help to suppress the immune system, and since MS is the immune system attacking the body instead of the invader, it’s a good thing).  It’s a once-a-week treatment, and shares the same symptoms as the other two interferon treatments ~ flu-like symptoms, possible liver complications & exacerbated feelings of depression.  Plus, it’s injected intramuscularly, so it’s a bigger needle.  Yuck.

Betaseron. Another interferon treatment (Interferon -1b, versus -1a like Avonex & Rebif).  Betaseron is injected three times a week, and has the same side effects as Avonex.  Plus side ~ it’s a subcutaneous (under the skin) injection, so they make automatic injectors and the needle is much smaller.  But all the bad stuff … still the bad stuff.

Rebif. Basically, Rebif is the same as Avonex, but it’s injected subcutaneously three times a week.  Drawback ~ the dosage is nearly three times as high as Avonex.  Where would one advance to, if necessary, if one started out with the strongest dose?

I made my choice on Monday ~ despite worries about my insurance coverage.  And this week has been a flurry of phone calls from the drug supplier, the drug representative (contracted out by the insurance company to represent the drug), the drug nurse company and the pharmacy.  And starting next week, I will officially be on a medicine that I may take for the rest of my life.  Bananas.

On a more positive note, the thing I believe in more than the drug is the idea of making smart choices regarding my diet and fitness routine.  Luckily, the man is on board and we’ve been systematically making changes in our life since my diagnosis.  There is an absurd amount of information, and everyone is more than happy to talk, and offer information that has worked for them, or things they’ve read or heard.  The MS community is interesting, and full of incredibly strong, positive and incredible people.  Maybe because MS is unique and individual to each person, it allows every person diagnosed to choose their own path to wellness.  There’s something empowering about that.  Yes, it’s not ‘technically’ curable, but there are a lot of people living with MS who haven’t had flares in years, people who have been able to go off their medication because their health has improved so drastically through healthy and smart living choices.  Those things are uplifting, and feed my hope that as time goes on, I will be a smarter, stronger, healthier and more well-informed person than I am today.

rock the vote

Well, that’s what the youth vote motto was back when I was watching a lot of MTV.  Today marks my fourth (!!!) presidential election in which I am eligible to vote.  Craziness.

Today I am intensely thankful to all the women before me who fought to earn my right to vote.  I am very grateful to be an American, but today, I want to be a little more specific.

Women -and I know this is arguable, but in my opinion– are the largest minority in the United States, and in this day and age, so many other minorities are fighting for rights that I think we all forget that we still don’t command equal wages in the work place (among other discrepancies).  I just read an article today about how wives and female characters on favorite television shows incite much more ire from the audience than their comparable male counterparts.

Lovely.

As a woman, I am faced with the inevitable conundrum ~ work or family?  Do men lose sleep at night debating the same thing?  I don’t think it’s nearly as much of a choice ~ we all (no matter how forward thinking we believe we are) subscribe to gender roles.

So today, I would like to thank the women who fought for my rights, who believed that women are equal to men, and who won me and the rest of the female population of the USA the right to be heard.

No matter who you vote for, or what your political opinions are, it is important to exercise the right to vote and be heard.  Someone fought for it, because she felt it was important that we have that right.  Don’t disregard it.

Thank you, fore-ladies of America.

 

any given day

It’s Friday, and even that won’t be accurate in a little over 30 minutes.

My love, my puppy and I have retired to our living room, and are currently being über modern, as we are both tapping away at our keypads while the TV plays the role of white noise in the background.  (Lucy isn’t really into computers, other than licking them occasionally to remind both her father and I that she is vastly more important than anything we could find on The Internet).

I’m not full of half-baked philosophy or new tidbits of nutrition tonight.  No, this evening I’m just very content in being who I am, and being with who I’m with, and enjoying life.

Crazy thing, that.  So often these moments pass before we even have a minute to settle into them, and wrap ourselves up in their luxury and deliciousness.

I’ve been with the man for over four years.  Sometimes that completely blows my mind, because it feels like that walk in Fairmount Park with Baskin Robbins milkshakes was yesterday (yes, that was one of our first dates, and it was definitely the date that preceded our first kiss).  Sometimes, it doesn’t surprise me at all (we still don’t communicate well about laundry and the dishwasher ~ and that feels like it’s been going on forever ~ we’re both convinced we each do both all the time).

Here’s what I know for certain.  Good, bad, up, down ~ I am so thankful/grateful/humbled that I stumbled upon a person who is, in all ways, my partner.

This is a man, and I’m being serious (and somewhat funny at the same time), who at least once a year, enjoys watching all three Lord of the Rings movies with me … on the same day, snuggled on the couch.  And that’s one pretty superficial reason that we work.

Aaaaand, he just signed up for a Tough Mudder run.  Maybe (!!!) my new preoccupation with running has rubbed off on him … are we transitioning together?   What.is.going.on!?!?  Such an incredible feeling to have a person in my life who loves me for who I am now, who I used to be, and who I’m striving to become. (Even knowing all the bad, deep, dark secrets).

Life.  It isn’t all bad.

 

hunters and gatherers

Today the man and I went on a hunt for Halloween costumes.

Let me preface this by saying that in the grand scheme of things, I am not a big fan of Halloween.  And that may be an understatement.

We began the day lazily, and the man even surprised me by suggesting we go to Starbucks for some coffee and a breakfast sammie.  I used to always get a little snack at Sbux, but for the past few years, I try to abstain, because the nearly 300 calorie Chai Tea seems to me to be quite enough use of nearly 1/4 of my daily caloric goal. So it was a nice treat that he A. suggested Sbux (as he’s not an addict such as myself) and that B. we enjoyed breakfast & clean up was crumpling up a bag and tossing in the garbage.

However, looming in the background of the day was the knowledge that we would be journeying to a party this evening, where I would know no one, and I would have to arrive in costume.  Yuck.  (I think the Sbux was an olive branch, and the man’s way of getting me in a good mood, so he wouldn’t have to spend the day with a grumpy anxiety stricken version of me).

After breakfast, and some preliminary googling of costume ideas, we hit the road with a pretty good idea of what we were looking for.

It’s not what we got.

And while we went out on the mission with the express idea of hunting down our costume, what we ended up doing was gathering bits and pieces to put together a costume (well, for the man anyway).  And we’re both pretty excited about it!

The idea of hunters and gatherers had come up earlier in the day when conversing about the man’s j.o.b. (shhh! don’t it too loudly on the weekend!) It’s better, I’ve been told, to be hunter.

As we are about to walk out the door, my entire though process on the hunter gatherer phenomenon will have to be addressed later.  Needless to say, I’m off to a party dressed up as a fairy tale character.  Any guesses?

what i did for love

When I met my man ~ nearly four years ago ~ there was something about him that I just couldn’t shake.  We met each other under (in retrospect) quite interesting circumstances, but when I saw him, and shook his hand, I had this really uncanny feeling that we’d met before.

I was wrong.

This was not the first time.  It also wasn’t the last.  That I was wrong, that is.

Making our relationship work over the years is both fun and exciting, and an exercise in compromise.  I’ve learned how to shoot a gun (only once ~ I’m from suburbia, after all!), and he’s watched an entire season of “Dancing with the Stars,” because Hines Ward was competing, and I had to watch every week.

On Friday, I compromised a little more, and learned to make beef & broccoli.  I know this probably sounds amazing to most people ~ authentic Asian cuisine, yum!  But I have never liked Chinese food ~ never. ever. ~ and the man loves it, and for the first two years of dating, he used to tell people that he gave up eating Chinese food for me.  (“Well,” he’d say -with a smile and a sly look in my direction- mid-conversation about favorite restaurants, “I haven’t had Chinese food in two years.” And everyone would exclaim in horror, and we’d have to have the ‘Gwyn doesn’t eat Chinese food’ conversation … for the millionth time).

One of my great friends ~ Angie of the amazing brownies and chocolate chip cookies ~ also happens to cook the best beef & broccoli I’ve ever had (yes, I know my experience is limited, but this stuff is ridic!).  Last Friday, she came over and instructed me in the fine art of making her masterpiece (her non-baking masterpiece that is!).

And because I’m such a genius, I didn’t write it down.  I figured I’d just type the recipe from memory that evening, but instead, I hit the road to get to my parents house, so that on Saturday morning, my dad & I could drive up to State College for the PSU v. Iowa game.  (Sidenote: I’m not gonna get overly enthusiastic about PSU’s win for fear of jinxing something, but it was an adrenaline-filled game, and I screamed and jumped up and down, and chanted “We Are!” and sang the Alma Mater full volume … and my vocal chords hurt until this morning! … and had a fab time hanging out with my dad and maintaining our PSU tradition.  As I grew up going to games, journeying to Happy Valley in rain, sleet, snow and sun and then followed in my father’s footsteps and attended the great Pennsylvania State University, I can’t imagine having any loyalty to any other team ~ I’ve bled blue & white since birth).

Since I didn’t manage to put fingers to keyboard all weekend to discuss Penn State or the Steelers (oh thank you Mike Tomlin, Ben Roethlisburger, Hines Ward, Antonio Brown, and my new Steeler crush, Isaac Redman, for getting it done! Shout out to Daniel Sepulveda and Mundy for an awesome trick play, and to the entire Offensive Line who looked solid!!!!), I wanted to have a good post tonight.  Unfortunately, I dropped the ball.  I have the rough outline but have to review with Angie before I put it up ~ or, heaven forbid, someone could try to make beef & broccoli and it could be terrible ~ possibly utterly horrendous ~ because I forgot a step.  Ugh.  The pressure! 😉

Currently, there is a peach cobbler bubbling away in the oven (finally!) ~ another effort made for love.  Obviously, I’m missing my man.

So if your significant other is next to you, lean over and smack a wet one on them.  If the man was here, I would, too!