Friday, June 1, 2012

*In the beginning...* Part I


In November 2005, a vibrant, independent, driven twenty-year-old woman began to experience flu-like symptoms. The inability to keep anything in her body was overwhelming, but she had experienced the flu before, so she thought it would subside over time. After two weeks, the agonizing pain of being void of food swept through her body. Sixteen days after the first onset of symptoms, she lost hearing out of her left ear. Two days later, she lost sight out of her left eye. The same day, she began having difficulty forming coherent sentences and thinking clearly. One day after her vision had failed, she was unable to feel anything from the waist down resulting in dragging her limp, near lifeless body across the floor of her third story apartment. She tried desperately to relieve the symptoms by pulling herself into a hot bath, but the inability to distinguish hot from cold made her terrifying fear worse. Her last memory of her ordeal was looking down at her legs to see blisters from the heat of the bath water she could not feel.

December 16, 2005, she was taken to the hospital via ambulance. Upon arrival to the hospital, an overdose, stroke, and seizure were questioned. With numerous MRIs, CT scans, and five lumbar punctures, the man who she would soon come to know as "Papa Bear," her neurologist, Dr. Wulff, realized the unthinkable. The evening of December 16, 2005, she was alert, but the symptoms still wreaked havoc on her body. She fell asleep that evening questioning why this was happening to her and wishing for an answer of some kind. The morning of December 17, 2005, Dr. Wulff walked into her hospital room. With her parents, brother, and best friend in the room, he looked at her and said, "From this day forward, your life is going to change. You may not understand it now, but one day you will know the true reason behind the struggles and adversities you face. Desireé, you have Multiple Sclerosis.

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