OK. I’m going to make a special effort tonight to elaborate a little on what’s going on. Most of what’s occupying my every breathing moment relates to managing the side-effects of the interferon. I wish I had something to say about things happening spiritually or intellectually, but there’s not much there. At least anything I can discern. I know God is present in all this, even if I’m not able right now to sense him.
This treatment has really stupefying effects on me. It’s now 9:30 p.m. and I’m actually feeling pretty good. It’s taken hours since the infusion, however, for me to pull myself together. I had terrible chills again today that left me nearly paralyzed on the couch for more than an hour. It appears I can expect to have these chills daily, which is a really daunting prospect. At least I avoided the fever today.
I had blood drawn again this morning to check on the liver enzymes, and they had stabilized so my oncologist decided to keep me on the program. Lucky me. This isn’t getting any easier, but I’d like to find a way to get through this. I couldn’t be doing this without Ellen’s love and support. There’s much more to be said on that too, but it will need to wait. I’m hoping to get out of this mental fog long enough to write something more intelligible later on.