As some of you may know, I dance with multiple sclerosis. Mostly I lead, but sometimes, it does. A new neurologist suggested I take a rather new medication that, as a side effect, lowers white blood cell counts by 20-30%.
Once I got used to it, I was doing fine until a small throat irritation on June 2nd had turned into a bad fungal infection by the 5th. A couple days later it was raging out of control despite medication. We immunosuppressed types are perverse that way. It is no stretch to say that I wondered more than once if I would die. And yes, the doctor did want me to go to the hospital- more than once. This morning, as I was feeling like I may have turned the corner (see post title), best friend Judy, picked that teachable moment to point out her exasperation with my mulish tendencies. Gotta love her.
This is day eleven in bed in case anyone is counting. I know Josephine is. Outside with Mommy has been nonexistent. Soon we will walk around all your favorite places till your heart’s content little one. I promise.
However it is that you pray or connect yourself to the Wonder of Wonders of Life, please think of me? Thank you in advance. And since Ray is now sick and at the doctor right this second, please, for Ray too?