So I was able to get my next round of vitamins today, which was good because I was seriously dragging. I went to bed last night at 7pm, was asleep before 8:30, and could have slept longer this morning had my dogs not made it clear that they were ready to get up. Still, I got a solid 12 hours or so. I had planned on seeing a matinee today, Star Wars, but still felt too sluggish to make it. (My infusion was at 11:30, and the movie started at 3:40. I had hoped, well let’s be blunt, that I would need to poop after the infusion. Sadly, I didn’t get that urge, which was something I had gotten the last two times.
Living life chronically constipated, kind of really sucks.
I used to have issues with diarrhea, and I remember always thinking anything had to be better than running to the bathroom all the time. Then I learned how much not being able to go, seriously sucked. Turns out when you’re constipated, but can only form a partial obstruction, you get diarrhea around the backed up stool. You don’t know fun, until you have the pain of severe constipation, with all the added horror of having diarrhea (sometimes even in your pants.)
We haven’t found a good option for handling this, because I’m a walking contraindication to conventional treatments, and a walking example of all things that can cause diarrhea. When someone can drink half a bottle of Miralax, and not go to the bathroom, you know there is a problem. I recognize that moving more would make me go easier, but I cannot move as much as required because I’m so fatigued and nauseas. Lately I’ve decided the gas is worth it, if it gets things moving, and I’ve started eating dairy. Dairy, for whatever reason, seems to aggravate whatever is causing the GI bleeding.
So, do I want to bleed but go, potentially bleed but not go, or not bleed but definitely not go?
Life is fun.
Back to the movie…with my luck I’ll go, but then suddenly get the urge to poop. This isn’t an easy thing to deal with. First, let’s say I do actually have to go. Going in public isn’t easy for me, nor is going after being stopped up. There is also the risk that the urge doesn’t result in actually going, but does cause bleeding. Biggest issue, for me, is that I’d be buying a ticket, and missing some of the movie. This is Star Wars, and I am a nerd. The only reason I haven’t seen it yet was because of how sick I was feeling, and how sick people in general have been. I can’t imagine sitting through an entire movie with a mask on, so I had to wait.
Tonight, at 7 or 10pm. I’m not being hard on myself, though. I fatigue, nausea, or pain, become too much, then I’ll see if I can see it tomorrow. This is an autoimmune disease. My body is attacking itself (or so they theorize anyhow). How I handle it is how I handle it, because my disease is my disease. What works for me, may work for others, but ultimately each of us needs to figure out what our treatment plan looks like.
During chemotherapy I explained to my mother, that chemo patients are all different. Even two people receiving the same drugs, can have different sets of symptoms. I lost my hair, largely because I was severely malnourished prior to chemotherapy, and I had tapered off very high doses of steroids. The combination caused hair loss, including bald patches, ultimately causing me to decide to shave my head. I also had major issues with nausea. This was likely because I had severe nausea prior to chemotherapy, and had begun to eat different foods during chemotherapy. I also was much more susceptible to the drug than we had expected. I ended up with very low red blood cell counts, platelets, white cells, everything. The doctors were floored, and I was given less of the drug during my next infusion. I had been expected to get an increased dose, but that would never need to happen.
So hopefully I wil have more energy, less nausea, and less GI pain. Hopefully I will go see a movie that I have been waiting weeks to see. Hopefully I will be in a relatively empty theater, so I don’t need to wear a mask the entire time. Hopefully the people working won’t give me grief over my hot water bottle, so I can hopefully get abdominal relief, and back pain relief, through the duration of the film.
May 2018 is the year of “hopefully,” and I’m okay with that.
I told myself 2017 would be the year of treatments, and remission. I set myself up for a let down. So, while I’m hopeful that IVIG will provide me with good results, and less side effects, I recognize that nothing is 100% certain. I can have hope, without losing all rational thinking. Hopefully IVIG will work, and hopefully I’ll need less assistive devices. Hopefully I can get back to working. Hopefully I can throw myself into self improvement, and socialization.
Tonight it starts with hopefully seeing a movie. Tomorrow is another day.