Today was my endocrinologist appointment... a follow-up to the bone
density test. We had it right. It showed my spine was
actually better but my hips are worse. But that is not the bad
news.
He thinks I may have Myasthenia Gravis which is an autoimmune neuromuscular
disease of generalized muscle weakness. It affects primarily the muscles
of the eyes, mouth and throat making chewing, swallowing, talking,
and breathing either difficult or impossible. A third of
those with MG live a somewhat normal life of muscular weakness, a
third require a respirator and a third die.
His suspicions come from my *spells* where I can't hold my head up
and my speech slurs and my eyes cross... and the inability to lift
my arms over my head. What little reading I have done since
getting home seems to describe my symptoms quite well. He ordered
the test but it will take a couple weeks before it is done and then
a week or two for the results.
Well, there you have it. It will be a rather tense couple of
weeks.
You are listening to Memories from the musical Cats, written by
Andrew Lloyd Webber and T.S. Eliot. I felt this song was a perfect
selection
for this site because of the affiliation I feel with Grizabella. Although
for her,
it was age and not health issues that changed her, neither of us are who
we
were before, on the outside, and it can affect how we feel on the inside.
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