So, I was diagnosed in 1986. I had a 2 year old baby and a nine year old child. I felt awful. I had suffered with a sinus infection that came out of nowhere, followed up by a strep throat 2 months later. The MS had been relapsing and remitting for a couple of years but returned with a vengeance in August of 1988.
We were invited to attend my husband's brother's out of state wedding to be held in October. I could barely hobble. I was numb in one leg up to my hip and the other up to my armpit. Cute pumps to go with the dress I had searched the mall for were not in the picture. I could barely pick my feet up and walked stiff-legged like Frankenstein's monster. I dragged myself to the local library and checked out a book called The MS Diet.
Now, I had just finished losing 30 pounds on Weight Watchers and was pretty much on a low fat diet anyway. So I decided that taking cod liver oil sounded like an idea worth trying. I also read some basic information about the neurological system and added Inositol to my daily regimen. I couldn't even pronounce it properly. I read that Inositol was required for the repair and restoration of myelin. I was self-treating.
My neurologist never recommended any vitamins or supplements, nor had he even mentioned physical therapy. But I got on my exercise bike when I didn't feel too sick and popped a few supplements. It was all I had. That and a little plaque with a bible verse from Philippians that my daughter had carefully crafted with glued-on alphabet macaroni...."I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". I kept taking my vitamins and looking at that little plaque which I placed on the shelf above the kitchen sink.
And guess what? A couple of months later I wore patent leather pumps with my new dress to the wedding in October and I walked like a queen. I looked just fine so there was absolutely no appreciation of the trouble I went to just to be able to attend that event. My sister-in-law (now deceased) told me I didn't get a corsage since I wasn't an immediate family member (as she pinned one on my daughter and a boutonniere on my son and on my late husband). I was left out of a family group photo while I was taking my 5 year old to the ladies room. When that picture came in the mail, I threw it away.