I can't believe what has transpired in the last few weeks.
I was called in by a specialist to be reexamined, because he believed my initial diagnosis of ALS just didn't fit.
If I had ALS he said, I would most likely be a lot worse off than I was.
I couldn't believe what I was feeling, so he sent me in for more tests, and found out in fact I do not have ALS, or Lou Gehrits disease but another form of Muscular Dystrophy. He says he is hopeful I could have a long and productive life if I take care of myself.
I am doing just that, and I am so relieved.
God has certainly answered a prayer on this one, but I am wondering why someone would allow someone to believe for almost five years they had a condition that was going to kill them.
Muscular Dystropy is bad enough, but ALS is like a death sentence, and I am certainly not ready to die.
I am so glad I listened to that nudging that told me to go and get retested,
I am so glad I listened to that nudging, knowing that the good Lord had placed it on my heart.
I mean I am blessed by the news, but I am confused by it as well.
I went for five years thinking I had something fatal, and though some cases of MD can be fatal, he has every hope that mine is not.
He thinks I have Becker's which is a form normally found in Males, but can be found in femailes as well. It is related to Duchene's but not as severe.
Anyway I am going to have to go, I have to go back to work.
I am still teaching, and plan on continuing.
I plan on sharing my testimony with others as well,
Until next time this is Karissa James..