I haven't done much of anything these past few days, so I haven't had much of anything to write about. Most significantly, on Friday, I chose to stop the Campath. I figured that the benefits would not outweigh the killer side-effects. So I have spent Friday, Saturday, and today trying to get back whatever energy I had. It's slow going. This stupid drug has honestly worn me down more than anything else I've had so far. I suppose it could have affected me so strongly because I have already gone through three months of treatment, in which case the next three months won't be much better. But I think all this is the fault of the drug. So no more tri-weekly injections. I have to go to clinic tomorrow to get blood drawn, but then I don't have anything until the 23rd, when I have a bone-marrow biopsy. I'm just glad this is over.
On another note, I would like to send a shout-out to my mom. Today is Mother's Day, and while it is yet another highly commercialized and saccharified (totally a word!) holiday, the idea behind it is noble. Basically, despite all the strife and mother-daughter issues, I don't know what I would do without her, especially now. She moved me out of Boston. She is (along with my Dad - who is also indispensable) doing all the insurance stuff, which is grossly ridiculous. The other day, when I was too exhausted to really do anything, she helped me clean my room. Oh yeah, and she works a full-time job, and she occasionally does laundry. I know that tomorrow I will probably go back to my bitter and ungrateful self, wishing only that I could be anywhere but here. Right now, however, I acknowledge that I am indebted to my mother. There is nothing I could do to repay her. Except for possibly to do my own laundry sometimes. And the moral climax: thank your mom for putting up with you. I certainly thank mine. Enjoy the week. Hugs and spinal taps, Caroline.