A man diagnosed with multiple sclerosis 36 years ago tells his story.
In a few weeks it will be 36 years since I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Since this is my first blog on Multiple Sclerosis News Today, I thought it would be a good time to look at where I’ve traveled along the MS road and where I expect that road to lead.
My diagnosis came right after the 1980 Republican National Convention in Detroit. I was at the convention producing coverage for the all-news radio station in Washington, DC. The days were long and the stress was relatively high. Prior to the convention I had brushed off a couple of instances of feeling tired, when I shouldn’t have felt that way, and one brief instance of tunnel vision. (I had to talk my way out of running a red light when that happened.) When I got home, I discovered that I had trouble gripping things with my left hand. That pushed me to see a doctor.
Fortunately, at the time my wife was the Chief Physical Therapist at a hospital in Washington, D.C., and she put me in touch with its Chief of Neurology. Even with a top specialist looking me over, it took several weeks of tests — an MRI (brand new technology then), a spinal tap, an electromyograph and a nerve conduction study, and soaking in a very warm tub — to come up with my diagnosis. I was 32 years old, and my wife and I were parents of a 1-year-old son.
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