Blood Border.

The day following my infusion is always interesting. I can actually feel my blood adjusting, letting the Tysabri settle in for another month of preventing the advance of the MS attacks , which never cease. MS is progressive and cannot be cured, only slowed down. The situation I am in now is an uneasy truce, risk versus certain awful. I have no idea how long I will be able to keep the peace, but it does't mean I will not keep trying. I know exactly what's coming the second I give in. I'm not that keen on living there. So I stand guard, assessing what I need to do, and what I want to do. After two decades on patrol I find understanding the full level of risk energizing, and that it leaves a lot more room for what I want.