The longer list, because she started with more and has knocked most of it flat.
This is my list, in my words. Jeff runs the experiments and writes most of this site — this page is mine. None of it is medical advice, it’s just what happened to me, one item at a time. When our house burned down I told Jeff we’d come out of it stronger. This is me showing the work.
A lesion on my thoracic spine showed up on earlier imaging. On the follow-up, it wasn’t there. This is the MS itself, not a side effect of it, and it’s the one that matters most to me.
I was on antidepressants for decades. I weaned off Bupropion and took my last dose on October 12, 2025. I’ve been off since.
It used to be a constant. Now it’s off my list.
It was bad enough that I carried my own scent- and dye-free soap everywhere and wore nitrile gloves to get through the day. Now I wash my hands like a normal person and don’t think about it.
The lumps are gone and the tissue isn’t fibrous anymore. My mammogram this year came back clean.
My labs used to say I was insulin resistant. They don’t anymore.
The constant chatter about food, the cravings, the snacking I couldn’t argue myself out of — all of it went quiet. I eat when I’m hungry and I stop when I’m done.
My hands used to turn blue and flush. I don’t get that anymore.
My left leg used to swell up. That’s fixed now.
It used to come and go. Now it’s just gone.
My teeth aren’t sensitive anymore. I can drink ice water now without it setting them off.
This one’s a gain, not something I lost. My hip adductors and abductors are at 150 pounds minimum now. Leg day is what carries my biking endurance — the stronger I get in the gym, the longer I last on the bike.
This was the big one. I used to take dextroamphetamine just to function. Now I’m entirely off stimulants — no low doses, nothing. I still nap once in a while, but that’s just being tired, not the oppressive MS fatigue that used to flatten me. My energy comes down to one thing: fat. When I eat the fat, the tank fills.
The ringing in my ears used to be constant. It’s greatly reduced now.
I used to hit a wall of fatigue at exactly 74°F — not a degree of give. Now I ride the bike in 80°F heat without the fog rolling in, and I enjoy the spa. What’s left isn’t MS anymore, it’s just a normal person being annoyed by Midwest heat and humidity.
It still isn’t where I want it. This is the next thing I’m training for.
The thoracic one is gone. I want the same for every lesion that’s left — all of them.