Here is the next bit of my AMN story- I appreciate you taking the time to hear me drone on- it is important to me, and I appreciate you reading. Very therapeutic stuff for me!
Please rewind to 1996, the early, foggy days.
So that was what cerebral involvement was all about. There was no way that I could have imagined how horrible it could be. Nonetheless, at least for the time being, my MRI looked good: I did not have to worry about this business, and that was a fine development. Nevertheless, I was left facing an ocean of emptiness. Although perhaps I was able to believe that I might survive the balance of 1996, there was just too much unknown. I had never really thought of myself as being overly curious, and I guess I was not. No, it was something beyond simple wanting to know. No, what I was then dealing with was bordering on obsession.
I had a reasonable understanding of pathophysiology. This would need to be my foundation. Now a patient, I set out to learn as much as possible…
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