8 months. A story of changes and time.

​I remember the last time I sat down to write. It was right before a big push at the local fair that I hoped would help raise my visibility enough to push my new life forward writing the Purple Moose books, doing birthday parties and crafting classes. Instead, my body had a different idea. A routine follow up doctor appointment ended up with me back in the hospital. It was exactly one year from my original TM diagnosis and hospital stay. The coincidence felt like some universal joke. My bladder wasn’t working, and my old leg symptoms were returning with my mobility decreasing. I wouldn’t find out until months later that the enlarged bladder could create a re-emergence of my onset symptoms. Instead, the myriad of doctors that came in and out of my hospital room those few days had no answers. That’s the problem with a teaching hospital. My regular doctor was only there when he was scheduled to be. The rest of the time it was students with a higher up doctor that didn’t know me or understand Transverse Myelitis.

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