<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780272028066681466</id><updated>2011-09-16T04:51:48.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Beating Multiple Sclerosis</title><subtitle type='html'>My MS story....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780272028066681466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elihu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507548263353547047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780272028066681466.post-3642220667578029550</id><published>2008-01-21T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:11:06.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>29 and living with MS.  You would have thought I would be depressed.  Not the case.  In fact I felt alive.  I was thankful to be alive.  No brain surgery needed, and I thought that was a great step forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first month I went crazy because I wasn’t able to work, and I couldn’t get out of the house much on my own.  This was all because my vision took a good month before it was back to normal.  I should qualify normal.  Normal meaning I could see without any problems.  However, I’m still plagued with extremely sensitive eyes.  And my vision can become a bit off if my body overheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling everyone I had MS.  I was not scared of the consequences.  EVERYONE embraced me (work, family, friends, etc….).  They knew I would rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now two years away from my diagnosis.  I’m still doing great.  I have very minimal problems, and I am able to manage my MS.  My last MRI revealed no lesion activity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently on Rebif.  There was two months when I was on Tysabri, but I had a severe allergic reaction to it during my second infusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone that was terrified with needles can now inject himself three times a week.  It took time to get to where I am.  Over a year ago there were times when it would literally take me hours to muster the courage to click the auto inject button.  Hours!!!  Can you even imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can prep, inject and clean up in less than four minutes.  I rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny.  My MS hasn’t even been that big of a problem for me.  I’ve encountered much larger problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri and I had been married for just under seven years and together for ten when I found out she was having an affair on me.  Again, a story for another day.  The good news is I finally landed on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am divorced now, but I found someone that means the absolute world to me.  When I thought things were not going to improve for a long time, I found hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit about me:  Born and raised in Indiana.  I’m on the senior leadership team of a software company.  I love to run.  I breathe Indiana University basketball.  I just bought an awesome house a few months ago.  Built in 1922 and completely restored.  Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a whole lot to me.  My strategy with this blog is for you to slowly discover me.  I hope I’m not too boring.  I promise the creativity will start flowing with the next blog.  For some reason I just felt it necessary to lay a little foundation before jumping in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780272028066681466-3642220667578029550?l=imbeatingms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/feeds/3642220667578029550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780272028066681466&amp;postID=3642220667578029550' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780272028066681466/posts/default/3642220667578029550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780272028066681466/posts/default/3642220667578029550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/2008/01/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Elihu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507548263353547047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1780272028066681466.post-1105567914345152186</id><published>2008-01-20T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:55:14.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Top</title><content type='html'>This has been a long time coming.  I’m finally back to blogging after being absent for 13 months.  So MUCH has changed within that very short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I dive into what has transpired, I would like to provide some context around why I want to post.  My mission:  Share my experiences with multiple sclerosis and educate the masses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MS story:  During late October of 2005 I was out on a casual four mile run.  Picture perfect day.  No clouds.  70s.  No humidity.  An absolutely gorgeous fall day….except….except for the fact when I looked out into the horizon at a certain tree, I noticed it didn’t seem as clear as it should have been.  For the rest of the run I noticed that things were just slightly out of focus.  It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.  I was preparing to turn 30, and I figured my eyesight might be slowly deteriorate.  A trip to the optometrist would clear everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days passed.  My vision worsened.  It felt like I was walking in a tunnel.  I wasn’t able to see well in my peripheral vision.  On top of that I began to stumble here and there.  My balance wasn’t right.  Now I was starting to get nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Sunday afternoon when my then wife, Keri, took me to the ready-med location.  Their diagnosis:  an inner ear infection.  What?  How is that possible I asked.  How does an inner ear infection cause vision problems?  The balance part made sense but not the vision.  I was given some medicine and told to stay home for a couple of days until the virus was out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keri left on Monday morning for a business trip in Kansas City.  I sat around the apartment waiting for my “inner ear” problem to work its way out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it didn’t.  Wednesday afternoon I ordered pizza.  I pulled out the checkbook for the pizza, and I realized I could barely see the text.  Uh oh.  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I woke up and my vision was “bouncy.”  I could not focus with both eyes open.  Then the real shocker happened.  As I put mouthwash I realized some of the liquid was squeezing out of the right side of the mouth.  I was in shock.  What was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then understood.  I had little control or feeling over/within the right side of my face.  In fact I couldn’t see my neckline by my right ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget the rest of that day.  Optometrist to family doctor to neurologist.  Keri flew up immediately when I was admitted to the hospital.  My family came ASAP.  That evening I experienced my first ever MRI.  It’s a piece of cake now, but I feared death for the first time as I entered that small portal.  There were concerns a tumor was putting pressure on my optical nerves.  Nothing like the thought of a tumor sitting in my brain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can without a doubt say that Thursday evening was the longest and most miserable night of my life.  I waited until the morning for the final results.  Keri slept next to me in a horribly uncomfortable chair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn came along with additional tests.  During that final round of test the doctor entered the room.  His words to me, “Michael.  Everything points exactly to a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis.”  Oh my God.  What does that even me?  I immediately asked if I would walk.  Would I ever regain my vision?  What about the feeling in my face?  I have to drink out of straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown.  A powerful weapon that can eat away at us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Keri my diagnosis but could not hold back the flood of tears, sadness and fear.  Once the tears were over, it was time to get to business.  I WAS going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days of steroid drips followed by a month out of work, and I was finally back to 100%.  Almost like it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has transpired since then.  Over the next few blogs I will begin to re-cap my life and explain how I’m beating my MS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1780272028066681466-1105567914345152186?l=imbeatingms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/feeds/1105567914345152186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1780272028066681466&amp;postID=1105567914345152186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780272028066681466/posts/default/1105567914345152186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1780272028066681466/posts/default/1105567914345152186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imbeatingms.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-has-been-long-time-coming.html' title='From the Top'/><author><name>Elihu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04507548263353547047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
