Following my last appointment, where my Specialist and Danny told me all about my treatment options I’ve had a lot of thinking to do. My decision hasn’t changed from what I had decided in my last post.
Today, I confirmed to Danny that the route I want to go down, is Lemtrada.
In the time since my last appointment, I’ve been in touch with Ana, a patient of Danny’s who has responded well to treatment. Ruth, a new friend who also has MS, added me to a group on Facebook for people who are thinking about Lemtrada as a treatment option, or already going through it. I was a bit wary of this at first as we all know my prior experience of forums kind of sucks. I’ve found it a very real, balanced environment though. It’s not full of whingers. It’s really supportive and feels far less “toxic” than some of the other forums that I had previously come across. If anything it’s helped me confirm my decision.
So that’s it.
Next steps are my case going to an evaluation panel where my Specialist applies for funding. From what I gather, this is more of a tick box and with the story that my spine is telling with so many lesions, it’s without question that he’ll be successful. After that I’ll hear from my Specialist, with a date.
Then it’s just sitting tight and waiting (yeah, waiting again!) for a date to go into hospital. The challenge is waiting for a bed, but Danny thinks that I should be in by June.
I need to start thinking of all the questions to ask him, because here’s how good my questions were today:
– Can I travel to Essex if I decide to spend some of my recovery down there?
– Are you going to put me in a cotton wool house?
– Can I still hang out with Poppy (the dog)?
– Can I still drink gin?
No. I don’t need to be wrapped up in cotton wool, and I can live a reasonably normal life in the period after treatment within reason (i.e. keep away from “germy” folk). I can have gin, hang out with Poppy and go to Essex if I decide to do that.
Today, I actually feel elated. I feel like I’m getting somewhere. And as I said to Louise the other day:
“Bring it the f*ck on!”