As I am guessing is the case with most diseases, there are a couple of approaches doctors must take – treating the disease and treating the symptoms.
Right now we are in the throes of handling my myriad symptoms, which I elaborated on here. I did the oral steroids thing and tried to tough it out, but by Day 10, I was restless, and that’s probably putting it mildly. I told Nick I would start chopping off any body part that felt awful, but I would soon be entering Black Knight territory if I were to follow through on such a threat.
All of this led me to check out some books from the library (how old-fashioned of me, I know! I think I reached the end of the internet last year – it was glorious! Double rainbow and everything.)
But with the wealth of data out there, coming from sources credible and not, it dawned on me that maybe there is such a thing as too much information. Especially the kind that is unconventional by any yardstick, wacky or downright dangerous.
I’m reading a very pedantic tome now – Multiple Sclerosis – The Guide to Treatment and Management. About a third of the book discusses case studies and rates therapies for curing MS or alleviating the symptoms.
The treatments start innocuously enough: Accupuncture. Gluten-free diet. Megavitamin therapy.
And then an entry for bee-sting therapy. OK, I’m intrigued.
Snake-venom treatment. Pass.
Implantation of brain substances, in which a pig brain is surgically implanted into the abdominal wall. Uhhhhhh. Snort.
Need I bring up the Michael Jackson oxygen chamber?
I can’t really afford to be that derisive, though. Because two days ago, before an anti-seizure medication made me feel next to normal, I would have seriously considered any of a number of treatments, including going all Cleopatra and the asp, minus the death part.