Thursday, we were given two treatments of IL2, Friday we were given three, and Saturday we recieve our LAST IL2!!!!!!! Yeah!!! Yeah!!!!! Hallelujah!!! Praise the Lord.
Saturday, one of my attending physicians said that 6 is the average number of doses. Well, that’s me: average. They had told us my body would give us the signal when to stop. When the blood/brain line is crossed, more doses of IL2 are no longer helplful.
Now the blood/brain line is that point where one begins seeing hallucinations. No one seemed to care about my puffy hands or my headache. There were interested in my hallucinations.
The first one came late Friday night. There was a remote control sitting on my bed and I was sitting in a chair. I noticed a swarm of black ants (orcs?) just pouring over that controller. To make matters worse, I didn’t seem to care!
The other hallucinations were auditory. I would hear the nurse say something and I’d respond, but when I looked around, the room was empty.
Frances and I began to be concerned when I couldn’t catch my breath and I asked if I could have some oxygen. They acquiesced and I’ve been feeling better ever since. The real deciding factor, though, was the hallucinations, which meant no more doses would help.
Our brave sister in Jesus, Meriadoc Brandybark (Merrit Morris), came up Saturday night to give Frances some relief. It’s GOT to be terribly boring just to sit here and not be able to help! Besides, we have another week to go. I have to be non-nutrapenic before I leave.
I am a survivor. I was diagnosed with stage 3 maybe stage 4 as the result of a botched biopsy. It had been ten years now. The treatment was a massive incision [thats what they called it] carved a big chunk out. I opted for no further treatment as i just had to work. God was Good. I am 53 now and healthy. The bad part was that every time I had a health issue, bad back disks, vocal nodules, the doctors would say, well, there you go, It is back. Wrong!
God Bless you and give you strength!