When my neurologist told me I had relapsing MS, there was no sense of empathy, no discussion about my options for support, no explanation about what MS is or how I could expect it to affect me over time. As the news sunk in, it was like I had lost the ground under my feet, and I was in a deep, dark hole.
I was referred to an MS Center where I was lucky to meet a wonderful neurologist. She took the time to explain the diagnosis to me and recommended that I stay in the center while I recovered from some of the symptoms I was still experiencing. We discussed different options before deciding on one treatment, and I’ve trusted her to be my doctor ever since.
Now that I am managing my MS, I have become a Triathlon Coach and have started working with children; I want to show them that MS doesn’t define me.