MS itself is almost never the cause of death death results from accompanying complications or infections.
Very rarely, there is a rapidly progressive course leading to death. I was so outraged by the above statement that I had to do some research on my own. At least that is what I need to believe right now to keep living.
It is a chronic illness that must be managed, not beaten. Way to scare the crap out of anyone watching who has been recently diagnosed! Oprah herself even said that Montel was battling a "life-threatening" illness. Another leading cause? Suicide.Įxcuse me? Suffocation?! Where did they get that figure? It is my understanding that only those with extremely advanced cases of MS die because the diaphragm does not cooperate. Oz says suffocation caused by chest hugs is the leading cause of death for people with MS.
with MS is questionable, but why am I so aggrevated? Read on.ĭr. However, I believe 1.5 million is a bit of an overestimate. There is legislation in the works to remedy this. Granted, these numbers are not the most reliable. Worldwide, MS is thought to affect more than 2.5 million people. In the United States today, there are approximately 400,000 people with multiple sclerosis (MS)-with 200 more people diagnosed every week. Yes, everyone suffers different symptoms, but 1.5 million people? According to the National MS Society website: You do not speak for me! And you definitely do not speak for me if you are feeding the public incorrect information.Ĭase in point, Montel stated that there are 1.5 million people in America with MS who each suffer differently with the disease. But do not try to sit there as if you are the spokesperson for everyone with MS. I felt his main purpose on Oprah was to sell his book. That is, if you agree with my take on the show.Īlthough Montel's crying was touching and perhaps pulled at some heartstrings, somehow it felt very hollow to me. I hope some of you brothers and sisters will join me in writing to Oprah to express our disappointment. I was quite disappointed with the misinformation passed on during this show. I wanted to write this earlier, but I decided to wait until I had cooled off a bit. When he called himself the face of MS, I laughed. He was depressing me!Īnd I can not identify with him at all. He says that his shot everyday is just more reminders that he has MS. I can’t believe all the tears that went on. That reality has been supplanted by this one.Īnyway, it’s time to throw out that mascara. It’s crazy to remember a time not so long ago when I wasn’t aware every day that I have Multiple Sclerosis. My symptoms from the original exacerbation have never completely gone away. Many doctor visits, three MRIs and one very surreal year later, here I am. “I hate having to give news like this,” he kept saying. The doctor called with the results that same night so I wouldn’t have to wait out the weekend: about 20 inactive lesions on my brain. The third MRI happened on Friday, March 26, 2008. But then the PT started to make my left leg go numb, so the therapist sent me to a neurologist. I started experiencing symptoms in fall 2007, when I was in physical therapy for an injured knee, which then aggravated “nerve damage” in my right leg, supposedly caused by an old ankle sprain (I am accident prone). (The sales girl was really nice she later sent me a thank-you card for buying the mascara, with something cute written about how my lashes would be the envy of all my friends.) I left the store and called my best friend while standing on the sky bridge above 6th Avenue, watching the traffic pass below. But then again, I said to the doctor, my sister has MS and it doesn’t seem like the end of the world….Īfter we hung up, I went back inside the store and bought my mascara. I was crossing my fingers that it was this crazy virus, which still sounded pretty scary. The bad option was Transverse Myelitis, a virus that could possibly have gone away, and the really bad option was MS. Not the kind of call you want to get in the Nordstrom cosmetics department. That was the, “It’s either bad news, really bad news, or inoperable-tumor-on-your-spine news” phone call. That wasn’t the diagnosis phone call, though. This post could also be titled, “How Old is This Mascara?” Because I was buying mascara when I got the phone call from my neurologist about the results for my second MRI.
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