Atypical Multiple Sclerosis

I finally found some neurologists, multiple sclerosis specialists, who were willing to work with me. Help me, we-hubby,me,son,family-figure out what was wrong with me and help by treating symptoms initially.

Already on baclofen for spasticity which was helping a little, my third visit was a jackpot of sorts. Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring suggested Provigil for fatigue. I used to be one of those early risers who felt the day was half over by 8 AM. Rising at 5 AM and after a few cups of coffee I tore into my chores. By 8 AM chores over, I began my day. As a homemaker initially in my marriage, then as a homemaker and college student. I went back to school to become a secondary school English teacher. 

After graduating Summa Cum Laude, I set up an internship with a local high school. With several teachers retiring, I was already assured a job. It was that spring of ’05 that I set up the internship and by summer ’05 pretty much incapacitated. Besides spasticity, fatigue set in by 5:30am rendering me unable to really do anything. The summer heat also rendered me immobile, only I really didn’t even know the heat had anything to do with it. I had to give up the internship and subsequent job. Disappointment doesn’t even begin to describe my feeling.

Back to September 2006, one by one the docs were attacking my symptoms. First was the spasticity in my legs, second was the fatigue with Provigil. I knew how much Provigil helped because my sister was already on it. She was just like me, a little energizer bunny until MS hit her. Needless to say I was excited about the prospect of having more energy. Maybe I could make it past 7pm before I passed out.

But, wait, there’s more. Dr. Kindhearted and Dr. Caring diagnosed me with Multiple Sclerosis. Most likely Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis considering the lack of any the symptoms remitting. WOW! An actual diagnosis! Although it came with a caveat. BIG SURPRISE, huh!?!

Dr. Caring explained that the McDonald Criteria, the official criteria for diagnosing MS, is somewhat arbitrary. He explained that a committee of neurologists convened and decided on the “official” requirements upon which to diagnose multiple sclerosis. All the while knowing that they can never be 100% sure they were dealing with MS. Dr. Caring has been an MS specialist for twenty-five years and knew the toll arbitrary parameters took on patients and their families. HE was not about to let HIS patients go through that turmoil. Why is this important, well because I did not fit neatly into the arbitrary criteria. So even though it seems like PPMS, I was to carry an atypical Multiple Sclerosis tag. Hey, they can call it, me whatever they liked as long as I was being treated.

But, Wait it gets better. I have baclofen, provigil, a diagnosis and now STEROIDS. Solu-medrol to be exact. Wow! A diagnosis, symptom meds (baclofen and provigil) and Solu-medrol. A five day course of steroids. And a follow-up appointment in three months. 

Solu-medrol should give me a boost. Maybe even help with the devastating vertigo I was feeling. The docs were tackling my symptoms, taking it slowly, giving me hope. They were also acutely aware of my aggressively fast downward spiral. They kept increasing the baclofen as the spasticity was unrelenting, the vertigo was constant, bladder and bowel issues continued, fatigue, incoordination kept worsening.

Getting approval from my insurance company took about two weeks then the plan was enacted. Ok, I would go to the infusion center at the hospital for the first dose of Solu-medrol the follow-up with a visiting nurse for the remaining four doses. The hospital dose took about three hours because they hold you for about an hour afterwards to monitor your reaction.

That night a representative from a third party coordinator would drop off the four add’l doses of solu-medrol and the paraphernalia.  Things like IV pole, syringes, heparin, alcohol swabs, etc.

The next morning the visiting nurse showed up explained how I was to administer the solu-medrol to myself. HOLD ON! No one told me I was going to administer the meds to myself. What are they thinking? I’m not a nurse. What if a large air bubble passes through the IV tube? What if I don’t regulate the drip just right and it only takes me an hour not two hours? What if????

Well, the visiting nurse, Phyllis, took me step by step through the entire process. It’s ok if it takes only an hour instead of two. Some patients prefer that. If air bubbles accumulate in IV tubes, call the office immediately. The phones are open 24/7, even though I was taking the steroids in the AM. She really alleviated any fears, made me believe in myself, took the extra time. She would even be back in two days to change the needle and take blood.

On day five Phyllis came back a last time to extract the IV needle, bandage me and wish me luck. I felt kind of silly, though, because all it took was pulling out the needle, putting pressure with a gauze pad so the bleeding stopped and then applying a band-aid.

I was good to go. Let the effects begin. Keep in mind that for the first week or so your body is so wired that sleeping is difficult. Being around people can be difficult because you are so wired that every little thing can get under your skin. This first course was a learning lesson for me, my hubby, and son. But we managed.