Just like a surgeon’s prize hand or a ballerina’s plié, my mind has been my most valued asset. That’s been true all my life, through realizing my passion for science, achieving my undergraduate degree in biomedical science, and even keeping myself sane during the dark days of paralysis following my diagnosis with aggressive relapsing-remitting multiple sclerosis (RRMS).
Undoubtedly, the one thing that’s been especially challenging in the days since is managing fatigue. It was almost as though my cognition reduced as my physical ability was reclaimed.
This was a bitter pill to swallow. I felt like a lesser version of who I used to be. Especially before my disease-modifying treatment, alemtuzumab (also known as Lemtrada), when I required steroids to treat my frequent relapses.