Saturday, May 23, 2009

Vanity

Vanity is an often amusing thing. I'm 47 years old. You'd think I'd be past that.

I give myself a daily injection (my therapy is Copaxone). Do you think it bothers me to do the injection each night? Nope, not at all. Do you think that the needle bothers me? Nope, not at all. Do you think I have trouble remembering the routine? Nope, not at all.

I'm very blessed in that I have absolutely no reactions or side effects to the actual drug.

No ... do you know what I fume about?!? I fume because no matter how often I go to the gym ... no matter how flat my stomach actually is ... no matter what efforts I go to ... my stomach will always be less than perfect because of the injections.

Pitiful, huh?

3 comments:

  1. Not pitiful.
    But methinks you're perfect the way you are.

    Damn vanity - should be stabbed with a fork.

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  2. Tess - You should not give up on this blog. It is helpful to more people than just you. You have more support for this cause than you realize. Please pick it back up. Billy's dad has MS too. He was diagnosed in 1995....he now walks with a cane (on good days) and works from home. We try to help him when we can (and he'll let us), for Billy's sake. The Copaxone is not enough anymore. He gets 3-days of IV treatments in addition to the daily Copaxone.

    And disparities in treatment exist for many other diseases as well, based not only upon insurance coverage, but region of the country. - Beth F. (yes, that one)

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  3. Beth - thank you for the note. You're right, I have been silent at this blog for too long. I appreciate the nudge. My thoughts are with Billy's dad and his struggle ... Tess

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