Two out of three ain't bad

Results of my MRI and recent Tec blood tests are in.

1) My lymphocytes have dropped but are currently remaining above the danger zone.
2) Some areas of damage appear to be fading.
3) There is a new, tiny, lesion in my brain.

And while I don't want the 'new', I am choosing to concentrate on the 'tiny.'

I'm not fully sure if this is laudable positive thinking or foolish denial, but whatever it is, it's getting me through the day.

:: Two out of three ain't bad by Meatloaf

Girl on fire

So I ended my last post with hope and it reminded me of a book I’ve just read.

(Note – I realise I am a 40-year-old woman responsible for a child and not an angst-ridden teenager, but I’m don’t care what you think right, I’m a bit of a fan of young adult fiction. And I’m going to slam the door and stomp off to my bedroom to read it. I didn’t ask to be born.)

In the publishing sensation that is The Hunger Games trilogy, young heroine Katniss lives in a dystopian future and enters an unthinkable fight-to-the-death live action programme framed as light entertainment.

Without giving too much away, she turns out to be quite a symbol of hope for the persecuted masses who start to see her as the figurehead for a long overdue rebellion.

But behind the scenes, the film adaptation shows the head gamesmaker and top politician, the twisted minds running The Hunger Games, having the following telling exchange:

Seneca Crane: “Hope?”

President Snow: “Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous.”

And this, I think, is at the heart of my own fight for balance. Not the physical MS balance, that’s a bit of a losing battle, but the emotional MS balance.

Throughout this whole MS journey* I have always strived to keep hold of hope.

I think this is a positive thing and it has often served as a good pep talk for my ailing body: remember, there’s always hope, remember, there’s always hope.

But I’m also conscious that eventually – in each relapse – there will come a point when there is no room left for hope.

Relapses are a perfect example of how a little hope is effective; keeps me positive, keeps me believing, keeps me going - and a lot of hope is dangerous; what happens when reality bites and I need to face the fact I’ve lost that bit of me for good?

Good question, back to The Hunger Games.

The final sentence of that conversation is: “A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.”

Perhaps that’s an example too – keep a spark of hope, but contain it within realistic boundaries. Keep hoping until you have to stop. And then start hoping you will gain acceptance.

There’s quite a lot to read into these kids’ stories you know.

Out of interest, the tagline of The Hunger Games is: “May the odds be ever in your favour.” Let’s have a little hope that’s the case.

:: Girl on fire by Alicia Keys

*Yack, by the way, to the word journey. I can no longer say it without believing I’m on a celebrity reality show.

Ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive

I had an interesting chat with my MS nurse earlier this year.

I’ve had a few of these, but in this particular one we were discussing upgrading my medication.

Background: It took me 10 years to agree to drugs (although when I was first diagnosed, we were still in the watch-and-wait era) but I finally had such a doozie of a motor relapse just after I started my new job that I agreed to Avonex. Twenty months later and another relapse shows Avonex is not working, so it’s onto either Gilenya or Tecfidera. I have yet to decide which side effects I fancy.

This latest relapse took the bulk of my colour and normal vision in my left eye and, because it’s my eyes, remains my scariest relapse yet. I initially panicked then cried a bit and then bought an eyepatch, carried on working and braced myself to wait and hope for recovery – if ultimately only partial.

I thought I’d done quite well with accepting my situation, until my nurse suggested to me that I might be in denial.

Oh.

Initially I agreed – she’s the expert and would know better than me.

But then I did a bit of proper thinking about that particular relapse, and to be honest, a bit more about MS in general than I usually do. And these are my thoughts – bit jumbled but let’s try:

It’s possible there are bits of me that might still be in denial, even after all this time, but I’m not sure that’s the full picture.

Some of my response is simply wanting to appreciate the moments when I’m ‘well’ - or at least the well I’m at now rather than the well I was pre-MS almost 13 years ago.

Some of it is that I’ve just considered myself to be quite lucky with my relapses and recoveries – recovery has never been 100 per cent, but it’s been enough - so I just try my very best to remain as optimistic as possible while also being very mindful to not take those recoveries for granted.

I think when there has been the degree of recovery I’ve experienced – or maybe it would be better described as the ‘degree of recovery that I am very grateful for’ (perhaps not the same thing as an impressive medical recovery) then I don’t like to dwell too much on what might or might not happen.

And I know that bits of me will never recover but I’ve just got so used to the parts that don’t work that I’m mainly just happy with those that do.

So if this is denial, then I guess I’ll take it.

If it’s acceptance, I’ll take it.

If it’s the power of positive thinking, I’ll take it.

Although that very phrase makes my entire body want to cringe.

:: Ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive by Bing Crosby