"That's Why You're My Doctor!"

"Keep doing what you are doing. Your lipid profile and everything looks great. Plus you lost 10 pounds."

"Well," I laughed, "When you lose over 100, and then gain back 70, losing 10 pounds no longer seems so tough."

He laughed. "So, what did the neurologist and the cardiologist say?"

I recanted the last few visits, and added that it seemed like months ago that I made the appointment with the endocrinologist that I would be seeing on Monday. A high number of thyroid antibodies was the only blip in my annual blood work. I was immediately scheduled for a thryroid ultrasound, and I thought that was the extent of any potential problems. Until a few days later.

"I find out on Monday if it is MS."

I held my breath and waited. I waited for the look of concern. The grave voice. The response that said a terrible road was ahead. None of that came.

"If it is MS, the prognosis is good if develops at your age. It's when people are diagnosed when they are young that it is a serious problem. You might develop some issues here or there, but nothing that should be a problem."

"Thank you! See! That's why you are my doctor. Every other doctor I have spoken to acts like this is something so horrible, but I am really not worried about it."

"And you shouldn't be."

Whew! I knew I made the right choice seven years ago when I picked a doctor based on intuition when our family of six moved to a new state where we only knew two people.

I didn't realize until that moment how much I wanted, dare I say even needed, a medical professional to act like an MS diagnosis was the end of my known world. That it was an obstacle I could conquer. A problem I could solve.

Dr. G finally gave me that. Eventhough he didn't think it was possible in the first place.

He also made me promise to call the office after I found out.