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[lorilk]

My name is Lori and I am 47 years old. I was born and raised in the same town I’m in today in Alabama. I met my husband when I was 19 and got pregnant and 2 kids later we decided we better get married. So on his lunch break we took our little boy who was 3 and got married at the court house. And here we are 3 kids later and 47 and 48 years old.

I left a hell of a lot out but you got the jest. Is that even a word? Lately I’ve been saying words that are not really words.

In 2008 I started weight watchers and lost 50 lbs. I thought I was on a roll exercising dieting and getting new clothes.

Then, the end of the year 2011 I started stuttering. I talked to my mom who’s a retired nurse. She said “Lori you need to get checked out. You might be having mini strokes.”
I told my husband and he said oh your ok. And we didn’t think much about it.

The next day or two got worst. So I drove to the hospital. I talked to the girl up front in emergency she thought I was having stokes too. They took me back I got EKG and head scan. let me go home, then OMG, they gave me some paper work told me I needed to see my general doctor.

He ordered some test MRI with contrast and without of my freaking BRAIN.

I called my friend who was a nurse at the doctors office aboutthe results , she said she thought I should bring someone with me that 2 pairs of ears are better than 1. Loll

I know now that means something s bad.

Now let me skip ahead, got the results, my sis and I tripped out, lesions on the brain, got appt with neosurgeon, did brain biopsy, spent 2 days in ICU, waited a month for results, not cancer, did spinal tap, waited 1 month for results, MS for sure.

Now that’s where I’m at now. I feel like it’s not real yet. Like its someone else that has to give their self shots. And like it someone else that can’t walk 3 miles in the heat of the day now. And like it someone else that is constantly trying to find out everything about MS.

My mama and my husband are the only ones who understand what the hell I’m going through. And you know not til I started writing this did I realize I’m MAD.

I hope you like my story because I like to write 2.

Lori