Artificial Intelligence vs. Multiple Sclerosis: The Robots Are Coming for My Brain Fog

⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

So apparently AI has its claws in multiple sclerosis now. Brilliant. Because what I really needed in my life was an algorithm telling me my MRI looks like Swiss cheese.

A systematic review (because academics love that phrase) trawled through PubMed between 2018 and 2022 to find out what happens when you smash together “AI” and “MS” as search terms. Surprise: it spat out hundreds of studies, 70 of which weren’t complete bollocks.

And what did we learn? That AI might actually be good at things our neurologists fail at, like:

Early Diagnosis: AI can see those tiny lesions on MRI scans before a human radiologist has finished their morning coffee. Months, even years, before MS really takes hold. So yes, the machine knows.

Predictive Analytics: Relapses coming up? AI might spot it first. Like a weather app for your nervous system — but one that doesn’t lie about sunshine.

Tailored Treatment: The AI chews your data and spits out which drug cocktail might keep you hobbling along a bit longer. Personalised care, they call it. Algorithmic roulette, I call it.

Remote Management: AI apps logging symptoms, “telemedicine,” symptom trackers… all making it easier to suffer in the comfort of your own home without schlepping to hospital. Welcome to the dystopia of convenience.

For us poor sods in the UK, this means earlier diagnoses, more personalised treatment plans, telehealth for when you can’t face the bus, and even help finding clinical trials (which is code for: experimental guinea-pigging).

But let’s not forget: the machine might be clever, but it doesn’t give a toss. AI won’t hold your hand when your legs go numb or when you’ve just soiled yourself in Tesco. That’s where the real humans still matter. Empathy and swearing at the absurdity of it all — irreplaceable.

Final Thought: AI in MS is like getting a posh new manager in hell: the torture’s the same, but at least it’s efficiently catalogued

Today’s AI doesn’t just want your data, it wants your soul in a spreadsheet. It’s the Watcher in the wires, whispering: You’ll relapse in 6 months, darling, and here’s a neat pie chart to prove it.

I write in ink and fury, in breath and broken bone.
Through storm and silence, I survive. That is the crime and the miracle.