No, my cancer isn’t back. That’s the good news. The bad(ish?) news is that my immunoglobulins are, as the doctor put it, quite low. Which is why I’ve been catching nearly every cold and flu bug that comes my way. The treatment for this is six IV infusions spaced three to four weeks apart. Apparently, this is fairly normal for people who have had Hyper CVAD.
But I don’t care.
The side effects seem to be minimal (as in they only happen in 5% of patients) and I know this means that I’ll start to feel better. Having a cold is no fun, I get that. But this is another sign that I’m dealing with stupid cancer. This isn’t a treatment plan where I just take two pills and then call him in the morning–this is going into an infusion center, getting hooked up to an IV (ugh!) and just sitting there. It’s basically, what I had to do for part of my chemotherapy.
And so I’m mad. I’m mad that I can’t “really” put this behind me. I’m mad that I’m 27 and living with a chronic disease. I’m mad because it’s another six months of my life that I have to plan around treatment and possible side effects.
Thankfully, today is pay day. Which means I’m going to buy myself a sweater’s worth of yarn and cast on for the Swallowtail shawl. I’ll get through this but it still makes me pout.