What if…
So when I was diagnosed with MS in The Rose hospital in Denver, Colorado in February 2004, the neurologist told me he would prescribe a course of medicine. The look on his face when I told him I wouldn’t be taking any drugs, he got quite mad at me and said I’d be in a wheelchair permanently within six months if I didn’t take them.
The three others I saw in Colorado all said the same over the next ten years.
The first neurologist I saw in England, an oriental doctor at a hospital in Nottingham basically told me that my MS was classed as stage 4 and that there was nothing she could do for me, there was no drug that could stop or slow down the disease.
Well fifteen years after my original diagnosis, I’m not in a wheelchair, I don’t take any drugs for MS, so although there have been six neurologists and numerous doctors that have all looked on me with sad faces that said, never mind Stefan, keep living in your dream world.
None of them have believed me when I’ve said I will cure myself, I think one member of my family believes me, a couple think I might possibly be right but the rest have given up on me and treat me as the ugly red headed step child….but I’ll stay strong and believe in myself and I say to all the non believers….WHAT IF I’M RIGHT…