36 weeks done. I have 16 weeks left. 70% done. My mom is coming tmrw, which will distract me for a week. I’ll be down to 15, the last 3 or 4 of which will be in Portland. In my rationalization and fantasy, that makes it only 12 weeks left of solo, non-distracted injection. Of course this is a fantasy: I’m still months away, but it feels closer. I think that after week 39 (75%) I will feel a solid “last lap” feeling.
I was on the road for the last week, giving lectures with my studio mates. I did a lot better than the last time I attempted this in November. That said, this will be the last time I fly before I go home to Portland in July to finish my treatment. I did really well, but it was hard enough.
Some things have changed over the last few weeks that I have neglected to report. Most importantly, I’ve gone off the Atarax, which was controlling my dysesthesia, but also making me stoned, irritable, and sans-libido. I was in at my dermatologists, and he said “well, if you really think it is the Atarax, why not stop for a few days; you should feel the effects immediately — its not something that builds up in your blood stream. If the dysesthesia is too strong, you go back on it.”
Amazingly, I was fine. The three months on the Atarax had got me adjusted to knowing when and where i was most likely to experience an attack, and to avoid those situations, and controlling the reaction through meditation when it was unavoidable. So I have had to concentrate harder at times, but I have been rewarded with a better mood, a lot more energy, and a libido that is still suppressed (from the IFN) but a lot stronger than before.
I had several doctors appointments about 4 weeks ago. My CT scans are clean. My Oncologist continues to tell me I am doing better than most any of his patients. It is small relief, considering this experience feels so bad, but I wonder about those patients who are doing ‘worse’ than most of his patients.
The day I was in I had to wait 4.5 hours to see the doctor. I’ve gotten really good at being patient in doctors offices. I was told the doctor was running late when I signed in, and after about 45 minutes I checked in to see whether we were talking a few more minutes, or a few more hours. Mostly I wanted to know whether to pull out the laptop and start working. I was told that it was most definitely a laptop day.
The way the nurse phrased it was “There are some very sick patients here today.” She said it under her breath, so as to not let it spread too far beyond our little micro-conversation-sphere. I found out that one patient had to be admitted before I arrived at 10am, and several other patients were admitted during the 4.5 hours I was waiting. Apparently the doctor was away at a conference, and these older patients didn’t go to the ER when they should have, as their skin grafts became infected, or they got really sick with a pneumonia, or what have you.
Knowing that there are patients in the office who are likely dying gave me an incredible patience with waiting. I could have sat there for the whole day, patient and content, meditating on the wellbeing of those admitted patients, and grateful that I am strong enough to wait with patience.
One of the interesting things the doctor told me is that along with the reduction in physical changes that comes with month 10 (i’m still in the physical changes zone, but last month was much worse) comes an increase in anxiety and psychological effects. So months 6-9 are the hardest physically (all kinds of body falling apart.) But months 10-12 feature an crescendo of anxiety that doesn’t get better until after the last injection, and then, two or three days later, it disappears. Invariably, the anxiety vanishes within a week of the last injection.
I doubt that all the physical symptoms will go away quite so fast (my fingernails continue to disintegrate, i have Reiter’s lesions all over my legs) but it is nice to know that a good part of the mental stuff will go away fairly quickly.