Sometimes life can throw us some weird curveballs. My mother-in-law’s death wasn’t really one because we had anticipated it for years. Mom suggested one time that perhaps we should celebrate her and Dad’s 45th anniversary since no one could imagine she’d make it their 50th. Not only did she make it to the 50th, but they celebrated their 60th last August! Who would have ever guessed?
My DNA results were surprising because I never imagined that I had Jewish blood in me. I think it’s cool that I have connections in both the Old and New Testaments. The Old as one of Jewish descent (though only partial) and the New as a Christian. I think that’s pretty special.
But last Thursday, December 28, I got a curveball thrown at me from out-of-the-blue that I didn’t see coming at all.
On December 9th I woke up with the right side of my body experiencing scattered numbness with my right hand and foot tingling. As I walked it felt as though my sock were bunched up; a very annoying sensation for someone who can’t stand even a grit in her shoe. Ugh! I’d just been to Grand Forks the week before for an adjustment at the chiropractor and now needed to go back because, obviously, something was “out.” Since it was a Saturday I’d have to wait until Monday.
By Monday the numb spots were getting more noticeable and the tingling hadn’t stopped, so I trekked back to Grand Forks and had the chiropractor adjust me again. Except it didn’t work. As I walked out, I could tell that nothing had changed, but hoped that by the end of the day it would be better. It wasn’t. By Friday I knew I had to have this looked at because it was getting very annoying and my right shoulder was numb.
I went to see Ashton, a physician’s assistant, who did a full evaluation, blood tests, and neurological screening. Nothing added up and the blood tests came back normal. She said to come back again if there was no improvement within a few days. That was the 15th and the following Monday (the 18th), Mom Spenst passed away so there was no time to think about going back. I just hoped it was going to be fine and would go away as a similar experience had two years before.
The funeral and Christmas were bundled up into a whirlwind of people, activity, and severe cold weather. By the time the 26th came, though, I knew nothing had changed and felt it was actually getting worse. So, I called to see Ashton again, but she was out of the office. I saw Dr. Emerson who decided it was time for an MRI. On Wednesday morning at 8 am, in the bitter cold of -25°F, I was led out to the special semi-truck that comes through our rural community once a week with an MRI machine. They completed the scans, some with dye for contrast, and I went home to wait for results.
Nolan and John had to leave Thursday morning to get back to work. After having taken off about a week and a half, they really needed to return. So, they headed out by noon and I went to work at our local appliance store where I work part-time. That afternoon the nurse called and said the doctor wanted to go over the MRI results with me. I was able to get the last appointment of the day at 4:25 PM.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had these kinds of tests before, but quite often if all is okay the doctor will allow the nurse to tell you that over the phone. I had a feeling all was not okay. My oldest two daughters came with me so I wasn’t alone.
We sat down with Dr. Emerson and he said that the MRI had shown results.
“Tracy, it’s MS.”