To start off in the Summer of 2000 I was getting really stressed out at my job, so much so that I couldn't finished my sentences, now the people that know me know that I'm a talker, so this was a new experience for me. I work for a large auto parts chain and I work in their distribution center running the shipping dock, one day I sent a trailer to Denver that was supposed to go to Los Angeles, now I know that I'm not above making mistakes, but this is not the type of mistake that I would normally make, and to top it off 2 weeks later I sent a trailer to Salt Lake City that was supposed to go to Denver. So now I knew that there was something wrong. I talked to my dad about this and he told me that I may have had a small stroke, now I'm getting really shook up. I'm not normally the type that goes to the Dr. but I decided that the time had come that I'd better make an appointment.

So I make an appointment and the Dr. schedules me for a series of tests, MRI, corrotted duplex, and an EEG. She told me to come back in a month. So a month goes by and I hadn't heard anything so I went back to the Dr. and she hadn't looked at my file since I had all of these tests run on me. She looked really shocked when she opened up my file and saw that the MRI showed an "abnormality" on my brain. So she refers me to a neurologist, he didn't know what it was, so he referred me to a neurosurgeon who told me that I had a brain tumor. He said that he could take it out but first he wanted me to have a WADA test done (cerebral angiogram). So I go in for the WADA test and things were moving along ok, all of the sudden the Dr. and his crew were running around I asked him if there was something wrong and he said that I threw an embolism, I said oh ok. I didn't even know what embolism was. So they kept me overnight at the hospital to make sure there were no issues.

Then the neurosurgeon schedules my surgery. The morning of the surgery they took me down shaved a bunch of patches on my head and stuck these little circular things all over my face and head. Then they send me in for an MRI and took me up to preop, where I was waiting with my mother and my uncle to see the Dr. When he got there he said that they had run the wrong MRI and to be on the safe side they were going to do another one. So they wheel down and slid me in the tube again, this time it seemed like an eternity and then they wheeled me out in the hallway and the Dr. comes up and says the good thing about this is sometimes they don't have to do it. I asked him what he meant by that, he told me that what they thought was a tumor was shrinking abd tumors don't shrink on their own. So I asked him so now what? He said that I may have Multiple Sclerosis. Now I'm getting miffed. I thought oh great we were going to go in and fix what was wrong and now he tells me that I may have a disease that there is no cure for.

So he says I need to schedule a lumbar puncture, my first thought limbar punture? Like in spinal tap all I could say was why don't we schedule a prostate exam and just make day of it. He said that compaired to what I was going to through it would be a piece of cake. So I go in and get some blood drawn and had the lumbar puncture done (it didn't hurt), about a week later my neurologist office called and said I needed to make an appointment. So I go in and that's when I got the news. The Dr. put me on Avonex and I did pretty well until March of this year, I started getting moody and could feel that something was going on. So he sent me for another MRI and discovered that the MS had gotten worse, so 2 months ago he put me on Tysabri. Everythng seems to be ok so far.