My name is irrelevant, the person I was when I started this was an idea of what I could become now this is something else.
Shortly after finding that the MS was continuing it’s progression regardless of the meds and the incessant durations of regulated medications years and months to further years I became more that infuriated, I was more than pissed and peeved, It was apoplectic with a fire that drained my temper into a growling and seeing wound with a damper to the directive, the functionalities of what I thought I’d become. I’m here now.
I felt defeated, feeling that my mind, though I’d already come to terms with the broken mentality and assurity I brought to my platter on a daily, this was a shock as I realized my life and it ls typical mediocrity would be lost after 12 years. Thus one says c’est la vie, am I right?
I reached out to talk to my doctor, did what I could and got to the Ocrevus opportunity. but then he to come to terms with the reality that due to the jcv I could end up a vegetable or die. Hahaha, worth a gamble though when you think about the rejuvenation and the likelihood of everything coming back, there’s a revivalism that electrocutes the feet the motion and everything going forward, because when you look at it, there’s hope. And personally, I feel that with hope we are made to survive, not only that, but that this hope helps push what we can become.
Graced with Ocrevus and this electric and vivacious brightness came through my body and all aspects of how my days became unraveling spirals of opportunity and advanced to who and what I was beginning to tie the dots together with.
I finish with an exuberance that expels my alarm, a quenching of the hunger that strives. let’s see what can become of this and that and all the promises, can we return, can we bring something with an intention and drive?
I’ll see you soon, M. R. Vega out.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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