MS Monday - Three Hundred Sixty-Five

Three Hundred Sixty Five.

When we think of that number, we usually think of celebrations.  Unfortunately, this number reflects the number of injections I've given myself in the last year.

Injections of a chemical that  . . . . well, in all honesty . . . . we don't know if it's working.  A chemical that *fingers crossed* is making the progression of the MonSter slow down.

NOT a cure.

Three Hundred Sixty Five days of wishing and hoping.

Three Hundred Sixty Five days of bleeding like a busted pipe, bruising, or no pain at all.

My arms are starting to get the indentations the brochures show.

I've been reduced to tears after one of my girls accidnetally bumped an injection site.

I've had many conversations with God, asking HIM to PLEASE let the decision to put this chemical in my body be the right one.  At first, I wanted to go without treatment, but then I thought of my girls.  I need to be there for them as long as possible.

Three Hundred Sixty Five.  I wonder what the next full sharps container will bring.