The Conspiracy - Part Two

So for the next few days, I imagine the worse. The appointment takes place, and as we look at the five white spots on my brain images, he looks at me and says, "it looks like MS". Well I sort sort of expected worse, and as he explains the contrast views against the normal views, I appreciate his professional manner and frankness of his suspicions. I like my medicine given to me straight up, with no crutches or sweeteners.

So on to the Lumbar Puncture to try and confirm that it is MS. This is done a few weeks later and the LP shows the confirming O-Bands, (No need to make you try and say the Oligoclonal tongue twister). At the beginning of the dx, I'm off and running with crazy thoughts and wondering if it's something I did along the way, with this wild and crazy sort of lifestyle I had been maintaining until the AFib came along. Or was it the curse of the dreaded "Agent Orange". Maybe it was staying up late watching monster movies when I was young, or sneaking a smoke in the basement when the parents were watching Lawrence Welk on Saturday night. Or worse yet, I listened to the "Beatles", Yikes, and I though they would only make me burn in Hell, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!!!

None of the above turned out to be true, and as I searched though the rubble, the details of MS come through. It shows that the only thing that they think they know about MS, is that more people in colder climates contract MS than in warmer climates, due to the sun emitting Vitamin D. And I thought it was only good for growing tomatoes and giving us skin cancer.

I think it's hard to believe that our own bodies have turned against us, and we are looking for a way to explain the ultimate question of 'why"?

The research continues, and I'm digging in for the long haul...