During my two years on Copaxone, Multiple Sclerosis took
over my fridge. I couldn’t get out the milk for my coffee without being
reminded that I live with this complicated neurological disease. Every time I
opened the fridge, I saw that blue box filled with fresh needles. Ugh.
The dreaded nightly routine of administering Copaxone would
flush my thoughts as I reached for the salad dressing, grabbed mustard for my
sandwich or checked to see if there was anything decent to nibble on. Those Copaxone
syringes stared at me even if I tried to tuck them away on the bottom shelf of
the door, seemingly out of site. Yet whenever I opened the fridge, the lot of
them appeared to yell out “HI! WE’RE HERE TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU LIVE WITH MS.
NOW GRAB A SYRINGE, PACK UP THE AUTOJECT AND GET ON WITH IT.”
Sure, MS took over my refrigerator. At times, it seems it
has taken over my life.
C.
