I was diagnosed with Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS) in 1988. Yeah that’s right we will shortly be celebrating our 27th anniversary together. It hasn’t always been an easy road to travel but I have never travelled it alone. There is always someone with me to ease the burden, lighten the load or refill my tank when I have inadvertently let it drop below the half-full mark. I like to keep it over the half-full mark and in my eyes it is rarely half-empty.
Recently my left hip was sore/uncomfortable and being a typical male decided I could tough it out until it corrected itself. That didn’t happen so I made an appointment with my GP who recommended an MRI scan to confirm his initial diagnosis of Joint Impingement Syndrome. The report on the scan came back and the doctor rang me. I got worried when he mentioned Avascular Necrosis. Now I’m not a medical person but anything with ‘necrosis’ tagged on at the end couldn’t be good. Right? I was even more worried when he had a specialist appointment made for the next day. My overactive imagination was in overdrive with all sorts of dire scenarios flashing in front of me.
My appointment time with the consultant arrived in due course and I brought Jean with me to hold my hand in case the news was as bad as I thought it might be. The doctor took a full medical history. There is a history of Osteoporosis in the family but I never thought I might get it. I had enough ‘osis’ to be getting on with. I didn’t want to be the keeper of all the Groeger/Crowley ills. I’m not really a selfish person and I’m not averse to sharing. In any event the doctor looked at the CD from the MRI, examined my hip and pointed out a potential problem with my left hip. He then referred me for a number of extra scans to confirm the diagnosis of Osteoporosis.
My numbers are not good ranging from -2.4 to -3.4. Anything less than -2.5 is not good. I have one more scan to go and then another appointment with the consultant to decide on which course of action to take. The good news is that Osteoporosis is treatable and is not life threatening.
Apparently people who stay sitting for long periods, whether in a wheelchair or just lazy, and don’t do enough ‘weight bearing’ exercises are prime candidates for Osteoporosis. I am that candidate; sitting at the computer writing blogs and doodling and in the wheelchair when we go out. After 26+ years of living with MS the amount of ‘weight bearing’ exercise that I can undertake is limited. I hope to get a range of MS/Osteo appropriate exercises shortly and then I will attack them with usual initial intensity.
To end this post on a positive note; I have vented my spleen, I have purged my frustration at the World and am now ready to “Carry On Regardless”. This is a family selfie taken on New Years Eve and I have included it because I like it.
Stay well my friends.