Before I took my first dose of my new MS medication, my husband thanked me for making a wonderful soup. “If you die, you’re leaving on a high note.”
If anyone wants to snatch a loyal husband after I go, you should know the wonderful soup has a base of two cups of last night’s leftover fish soup from the local Chinese restaurant, one diced green onion, one cup of home made bone broth, one can of full fat coconut milk, one cup of assorted frozen Costco fish, one teaspoon of pulverized ginger, a sprinkle of turmeric, half a cup of dulse, and one other secret ingredient I won’t reveal because my husband said it was “comforting.” I want him to miss me just a little.
And I don’t want him to have to miss me quite yet.
To that end, I picked one of the MS medications least likely to provoke a fatal case of progressive mulifocal leukoencephalopathy (PML) because I love our life together very much. (That same life I once found so cursed by disease way back when I was objectively far less disabled than I am today.)
My local neurologist, Dr. Z., said that this is the drug he would choose for himself or his wife. There’s no stronger recommendation than that.
I am giving Tecfidera a shot. Thankfully, it comes in pill form.