I am ecstatic. Yesterday I was thinking about how I want this blog to be very honest, and how if my MRI results came back and were bad, I would have to be honest about how I felt. I would have to say that it is hard.
I don’t have to. No new lesions! None! The injections and the welts and the ice packs and the needles and the biohazard containers (“personal-sized,” as my friend Kacie said) have been worth it. I have four lesions, the same number I had in February.
Four lesions that my doctor can point to one by one and say “oh, this lesion is causing this problem,” but no new lesions, no new problems.
Just the same old, same old, which may not sound so exciting, but it is. It is fantastic, I am ecstatic.