Well 2020 had a sting left in its tail for the WolefGenius household - dh has been diagnosed with relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis.
He was in hospital over the summer with weakness down one side - we thought it might be a stroke, but they did scans and other tests and said it wasn’t a stroke, or a tumour or a bleed, but there were some patches of inflammation they couldn’t explain, so he was referred to neurology.
He had a lumbar puncture and another MRI, and they’ve diagnosed MS. The spots of inflammation in his brain indicate he has had more than one relapse already, but he’s only noticed one - I’m guessing that the symptoms were so mild he just ignored them.
It could be worse - at least it’s not a tumour, or motor neurone disease, or dementia, and it is manageable - there is medication he can take that reduces the incidence of relapses - each relapse can cause lasting damage so the fewer he has, the better.
For the moment, we are just going to wait and see - if he doesn’t have relapses, or if there’s no evidence of more damage when he has another MRI next summer, then he can manage without the drugs for the moment.
I have friends who’ve had it for years - one was diagnosed 25 years ago, and although they need a stick, they still live a very full life, so hopefully it will be the same for dh, and won’t ruin his life.
I’m trying not to worry too much (although worrying is one of my core skills), but I can’t help feeling how bloody unfair this is, for him.