Six pills. That’s what it takes to help me walk better. I take two tablets every eight hours. If I forget once, I know. The twitching starts in my legs. The spasms return. It is that quick. If I miss even one scheduled dose, I return to what I was.
I have grown up with spasticity in my legs most of my life. I never knew anything different until three years ago when I began to take the medicine which freed me from the pain, spasms and tightness in my muscles.
The drug is not without its risks. I get blood work done every six months to check for differences. I don’t know how long I can keep on this drug. I am hoping indefinitely as I would hate to return to where I once was.
If I ever did have to return, it would not be the end of the world. I would deal with it as I always have with tenacity and determination. I would take it as I always have one day at a time. What else could I do? I must live. I would live it the best as I could manage.
I am a survivor.
—Robert Confiant 4 October 2020