That was the first think to come to mind when I received a phone call from my doctor and she said "I have bad news." My heat jumped to my throat not only because hearing bad new from a doctor is in fact bad, but because I was so very sure that I was doing so well.
My last visit with my MS doctor was in the beginning of January and as with any routine check up I walked and showed my balance for her and I must say that I was rather pleased with my self. As a yearly precaution I was given an order for an MRI. Two weeks ago I received a basic brain scan and waited for the results. When a week went by I figured "no news is good news". Yesterday after having a no fun day in court for a fraud case. I received a call from the doctor letting me know that the MRI did not come back with the anticipated results. The lesions in my brain have multiplied, grown and are "active" (not to sure what that means yet). I replied with a peppy "ok!" and prepared for the break down. I know that is normal and this is all about ups and downs but I was really hoping for a break this time. So off the the hospital for more testing for a new drug they want me to try. The good news about this is that this medication is supposed to be the "best of the best". I can only hope for the best and not this get me down.