About 30 years ago when I was a young mother I became aware of spells of feeling exhausted, at times confused, bad spells of dizziness and pain all over the place. It would go away and then come back making life impossible at times and no one could tell me what was wrong. Each time it reappeared it was worse than before and always left me with either a new symptom to live with or one that I already had was worse.
Every Doctor I saw in the first 17 years dismissed me and told me there was nothing wrong because by the time I got an appointment with a specialist, I was better.
In 2000 there was a sudden change. It started just as all other spells of illness had, but it was going on and on, and it was worse than any I had known to date. I decided to demand an answer as I had had more than enough of being fobbed off. It took a year, a year where it never went away and a year to continual hospital visits for more tests.
2001 was marked by the news that I have Multiple Sclerosis. The toll it has taken on my life is now is clear for all to see but I am a fighter and although housebound I am still fighting. This isn’t a medical site this is an ongoing story of me, my life and, my health.