I was diagnosed with m.s. when the only treatment was interferon medication. Terrible stuff.worse than disease.
Every time new one is FDA approved I go on it;just work this time PLEASE
I am tough.Pain doesn’t exist in my vocabulary.But would like to see my child grow-up.
Just give me something that works and doesn’t make me go throw-up!
I know I’m a study. Utterly fascinating I bet!
I jest,but if it works-forever in science’s debt.
So sick of being sick!-I scream with a smile.
Pretty sure I won’t kick the bucket for awhile.
It’d be nice to have memory,not shake,talk right or walk,
But all these meds? I have to balk.
When is enough enough? When do I stop to fix,bother to try?
I tell you, friends, won’t stop til I DIE!
There’s too much to do,for both you and I;
So I say ‘hell with it.’ with a sigh;
Trust my doctors,for they wouldn’t lie….
Or maybe this lab rat just can’t idly sit by.
I am research;and if I do try…
Perhaps it will save another life, after I die.