My mother wants me to go to another specialist; she doesn’t know what KIND of specialist. She also thinks I should go to the Mayo Clinic. I don’t know why. What I do know is that I think SHE cannot accept a few limitations that I have even though I can. She says I am too young to feel this way, I am 53. Not 23. I’m okay with the way I am but she isn’t. I think it’s a mother’s love that prevents her from accepting that I am less than perfect. I, too, would want my child too to be in optimal health but what I have is NOT LIFE-THREATENING and I am grateful for what I do have.
Before the start of my medical cocktails (Synthroid, Cymbalta, Plaquananel, Methotrexate (and Lecouvirin Calcium to combat the side effects which by the way does NOT work at all) and mega doses of Vitamin D I could barely move, every part of my body ached and I couldn’t get out of my bed.
I still ache, my joints are stiff and I do get tired easily. I’m ok with that. My Guru Dr. said that I would never be a ten out of ten, but he wanted me at an eight or a nine. The best I can do, so far, is a 6. I can live with that. The Guru Dr. wants me to inject a number of drugs (Methotrexate, Enbrel) and I don’t want to. Just reading the side effects of Enbrel makes me nervous; it’s one serious, heavy-duty drug.
I honestly don’t know if I should take the chance and deal with the higher dosage of Methotrexate (self-injected) not to mention even contemplate for a minute the ever so scary sounding Enbrel. I will see my Guru Dr. sometime in March and I will do nothing different until then. Except, I am allowing my mom to come with us to my next appointment so she can hear from the Guru Dr. himself that where I am, is not a terribly bad place to be at all.
I think it all boils down to attitude.