2 week post tx check-up

I flew into London on Monday for my 2 week post tx meeting with Professor Foster. I took the early morning flight although my meeting was not until 5pm so I had the whole day to do exactly how I pleased. First thing was coffee with a friend at Carluccios and then off to get my nails done. They are in a sorry mess. I had expected them to become brittle but not this soon and not all at once. Anyway, my ugly duckling nails came out as beautiful little swans (albeit a lot shorter) and I felt happy again. I walked and shopped for the remainder of the day, stopping only for a half hour lunch break. I arrived at the hospital loaded down with the efforts of my day’s shopping. Professor Foster took one look at the bags and started laughing “So you are feeling ok, then”. He’s pretty pleased with the way the tx is going but warned me that Pegasys is a slow starter and that I’m likely to feel worse during the next 2 weeks. He also said that if he tested me now, there would likely be no sign of the virus. I can’t tell you how happy this made me feel. I know it doesn’t really mean very much as I still have to carry on for 45 more weeks of tx but it’s just nice to think that I’m beating those little blighters. I had the blood tests and Professor Foster promised to call me the next morning with the results. I lugged my shopping back to Beverly’s flat and collapsed in a contented heap for the night.

I took the early morning flight back and dad met me at the airport. My phone rang and it was Professor Foster with the results. All the numbers are down but are still above the safety line so I can continue with the dose I am on. He wants to get me tested again next week as I am going away the following week and he wants to make sure that I’m still above the safety margin. I feel as though I’m in such a pair of safe hands!

I almost forgot to mention that I did jab 3 on Monday too – it has become such a non-event. There are still no signs of any injections and I don’t get any reaction. I feel worse on Thursdays when I think the Peg bit kicks in but even that isn’t too bad – just fatigue and feeling a bit under the weather. I’m a bit breathless too. I am lucky that my jab days are Mondays as this leaves me feeling quite normal on weekends which is when we do quite a bit of socialising. I have been able to continue going out and about seeing our friends and apart from my not drinking, no one would know the difference. Professor Foster warned me again on the phone to expect things to get a bit worse in the next 2 weeks. At least, I shall be feeling worse in the sunshine……