Every doctor I saw in UAMS thought I had MS. I could see it in their faces. And these weren't just any doctors. They were some of the best doctors and neurologists in the country. I would tell them about my hands tingling, my eyes jerking back and forth, the unbelievable vertigo and they would set their jaws and the pupils in their eyes narrowed.
In those days Hezekiah became sick and was at the point of death. And Isaiah the prophet the son of Amoz came to him and said to him, “Thus says the Lord, ‘Set your house in order, for you shall die; you shall not recover.’” Then Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, saying, “Now, O Lord, please remember how I have walked before you in faithfulness and with a whole heart, and have done what is good in your sight.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly. And before Isaiah had gone out of the middle court, the word of the Lord came to him: “Turn back, and say to Hezekiah the leader of my people, Thus says the Lord, the God of David your father: I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. Behold, I will heal you..."
So after the MRI was over they wheeled me back to my room, where I proceeded to have a full nervous break down in front of my entire family. I didn't just wallow in my misery, I bathed in it. And then that night, Dr. Saleem and my nurse Bella came to my room. She was a striking Muslim lady, covered head to toe in black, and she had a smile on her face.
"Mrs. Owen, you have no MS. We all thought you had MS, and you do not. God is good. This is a wonderful thing. Now be strong, be strong for your baby." (I can only assume my day's worth of crying and wailing had become legendary around the hospital floor at that point).
And then Bella reminded me that my strength comes from the Lord.
So that's my story. I'm still sick. Apparently vertigo like mine is a common symptom of migraines (especially with my long family history of regular migraines). Until we find the right medicine I'll still have vertigo. But I turned my face to the wall and prayed. I feel that God changed his mind. I don't understand that. I don't understand how sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't. But I do know that an entire team of brilliant neurologists thought I had MS... and somehow... it turns out I don't.
Thank you Lord.