I mentioned in my last post that my MRI was last Friday. And it was.
The results showed little to no change in the inflammation they believe is there – i.e. its not acting like a tumor, so we assume it’s not a tumor. That makes sense to us, so we’re going with it. I am perfectly healthy otherwise – showing no symptoms outside the ordinary, so there’s no reason to believe it’s anything but inflammation. That would occur because of the vaccine or my body’s natural defenses – having an auto-immune disease may have it’s perks after all.
THEN I went and had a seizure on Tuesday. Out of the blue. I made dinner, sat down to eat with my family, we had a lovely conversation and WHAM! An ambulance was called (2 showed up) and off I went to the hospital. This time though, I was coming around by the time they were moving me to the gurney. By the time we got to the hospital, I was chatting with the EMTs like we were old friends. I donated some blood and pee, had a CAT scan, doctors were consulted, my anti-seizure drugs were increased and was on my way back home.
Two things came out of this experience. 1. Ativan did what it was supposed to do and prevented status epilepticus. 2. I am back to no driving – for an indefinite period of time.
(Let me clarify for my readers – when I previously mentioned that I’d passed the muster for the DMV, it was just an annual check in. I HAD been driving and they touch base each year to make sure I am still capable of driving safely.)
So, just when I think it’s all going so well, my brain reminds me that I’m still on the brain cancer roller coaster. ‘Don’t get too comfortable now, ya hear?’ Stupid cancer. Also, while I was bragging about how awesome I’m doing, I did NOT knock on wood. I’m pretty sure that’s where I got screwed. Remember, always knock on wood when you talk about how awesome your life is going.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to drop off/pick up two kids at two different schools on bikes or feet. The Valley Transit Authority will be getting revenue from me after all. And my friends and family may be called on to bring me on their errands (sorry!)
To quote someone very wise: ‘Crap on a cracker.’