For two and a half years I was completely fine. The horrific experiences I had gone through began to fade into the past. The trauma was gone and I began feeling as energetic as before. I thouroughly enjoyed a year and a half in London. I loved every bit of it. The studies, the social life and just being in such a magnificient city. Towards the end of term a familiar headache began to torture me again. I tried ignoring it taking brufens and paracetomols but nothing seemed to help. Soon, my left eye began to hurt as well.
Unfortunately, I was travelling back for Christmas holidays to Pakistan. It only resulted in more exertion. By the time I reached my country, my eye ball was not moving without making me scream. Then I began to lose colour from my left eye. Although suspecting what it really was, I seemed to be in denial. My parents forced me to see my Neurologist. By this time I had completely lost vision from my eye. I got a news that I was dreading. It was optic neuritis. I was injected with steroids again and underwent another MRI still not showing any leisons identifying MS. I questioned the Neurologist multiple times about what it could be but he dismissed my concerns saying that Neuritis a second time was just a mere conicidence since there were no indications of MS. My vision came back though not completely. I even prepared for an exam with only one functioning eye which I took when I went back to London.
I was fearful about it happening again but everyone reassured that it would not and stopped me from being so pessimistic.
Being the naive person I am, I believed them. Fortunately, this belief took me back happily to London. Once again, I got busy in normal life putting all the pain in the past but this bubble that I created could not sustain itself...