I was having trouble with my eyesight. Double vision was new for me. I was dropping things I held for no reason. My balance was unsteady and I would sometimes fall down seemingly for no reason. My wife, being the board certified psychiatrist that she is, insisted that I consult with a neurologist. Numerous tests and procedures were performed (to be described later). It was time for us to meet with the good doctor and hear the results.
When we went to obtain the results, the neurologist mumbled a few words at me and looked down at the floor while he spoke. I processed nothing of what he was saying to me. Repression is a remarkable phenomenon. He met with my wife for what seemed like a long time. Driving back from the doctor’s office to Arizona State University Student Health where my wife was the psychiatrist on the eating disorders team, Debby was uncharacteristically quiet.
When we drove into Student Heath and I stopped the car to let her out, I found out why.
“Well, I guess we will keep trying to figure out what is going on with me,” I said with resignation. “What are you talking about? The MS looks severe,” she said. Deborah never suffered a fool well.
With disbelief Dr. Deborah Brogan said, “Didn’t he tell you that you have MS, multiple sclerosis?”