A Researcher in Waiting - Part 1

Following on from the NICE and Easy post where I'd sort of found out that, according NICE, Interferon wasn't going to be offered in the UK, I felt that couldn't be the end of the matter and so I widened my search criteria for treatment plans.

Meanwhile, although I still had some mild side effects from the corticosteroids (and one more course to go), they were slowly but surely, helping to alleviate the facial numbness. So much so, that by the end of the 2nd day (the evening I had got back home), the outside of my nose felt relatively normal, and my left cheek felt strange only when I pressed or tried to move it with my hand.
Since I'd never suffered any type of palsy, I was reasonably happy so far with my progress.

I spent the evening chatting with my wife and sister (I should point out that my wife and my sister are NOT the same person - my sister was over to visit and offer support). I was coming more to terms with the MS diagnosis, but even then (as now, as I write this), I didn't feel that MS was going to be a deciding factor in my life if there was anything I could do about it.

Now, I don't mean I suddenly discovered some latent grim determination and fortitude...I just didn't feel that MS was the thing that would be defining my life. Well, apart from writing a blog and changing my diet and getting vitamin supplements and reading loads online and ordering books and...
I mean, apart from all that, what have the Romans ever done for us I wasn't really thinking about the MS at all. I was convinced I would end up doing a lot of different things because of it, but that it would just become an aspect of life and hopefully, easily ignored if treated right.