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Lemtrada: Round 2 Day 2

So yesterday was Round 2, Day 2 (aka R2D2)

Woke up after a good night’s sleep and made myself feel a bit more human with a quick shower after breakfast. Feeling a lot better this morning, with the headache finally subsiding and feeling a lot cooler.

Got off to a good start, being hooked up nice and early by 10 o clock.

Infusion mostly all went without a hitch – just had a little doze when I was having the saline flush at the end but woke up back in sweat mode and the rash was starting to make a bit of an appearance. A dose of piriton later and that seems to have subsided but I still feel damn itchy!

So for the most part, it was an uneventful day. Kat (my person that keeps it real does my nails and gives me all the offensive jokes) came to visit me with supplies. Because quite frankly this hospital food ain’t cutting it, as a you can see below…

But Kat the hero arrived with pringles and lindor which made it all better!

So really not much to report apart from I’ve managed to watch an entire season of Friends and finish a book that I’ve been taking ages to get through.

In summary, day 2 went as well as it could do and we’ll keep on powering on for my last day on Wednesday!

Lemtrada: Round 2 Day 1

Well yesterday, I was admitted to Salford Royal for day one of the second round of Lemtrada.

Once I’d managed to get on the ward which is a different one to last year and like Fort Knox, I was showed to my bed. Unlike last year, I’m on a general neurology ward, with a lot of long term patients. Dave was asked to leave until visiting hours at 2pm as it’s an all female ward and at that time of morning people are just getting up and being cleaned etc. So I was taken aback slightly as I thought I knew what to expect but that wasn’t meant to be!

If you’ve followed my whole Lemtrada journey so far, you may remember that last year I had no end of problems with my blood tests and cannula. My veins were pretty deep, the first attempt blew and I had a massive blood bruise on my arm, the first one that actually made it in wasn’t flushing properly. When my blood’s were taken the haemolised (clot) before they got to the lab for analysis so I needed more taken and I never actually ended up getting hooked up until about 5 ish.

Yesterday was far more successful. Alex was the man and got my cannula in first attempt and it’s in a really good, non-intrusive place too. It didn’t particularly hurt either so hopefully that fear is over!

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Waiting for lunch I had a catch-up on Sunday night’s Love Island and did my old favourite habit of binge watching Friends, despite the fact I have loads of other stuff I need to watch!

After lunch I finally got hooked up at 2 ish. Dave re-visited and appeared with salt and vinegar pringles and chocolate, because this, is what lunch was:

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Yes, you are looking at mash, carrots and a plain omlette. The veggie options here don’t leave much to be desired to say the VERY least. It went down, but only because I was so damn hungry!

The first part of the infusion was the steroids. I immediately reacted to this with a hint of a rash appearing along with a tight chest. That awful bitter taste like cheap bad tonic (the 39p stuff in plastic bottles!) re-appeared as if on cue within 10 minutes. Kat is a rockstar though and had bought me A LOT of mint tic tacs to take the edge off. Combined with the pringles it wasn’t so bad.

Like last year, I’m downing water like it’s going out of fashion, but my bladder fully behaved itself and my toilet trip count was down from last year’s 157 on day one to about 10 this year!

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Once you get put onto the Lemtrada infusion they observe you like crazy to start off. For the first two hours they check your temperature, heart rate and blood pressure every 30 minutes. Then you have one an hour later, one two hours later and final one four hours later. Because of the time that my infusions started, my last observation was a late one at 22.45, which I was pretty incoherent for as I was so damn tired!

During my infusion I felt awful. Achey hips, blinding head ache, so so hot (unberably so) and just wanted to sleep. At best you can only doze as you’re constantly being checked on and you’d be surprised just how much is going on around you.

Dinner time came before my final infusion had finished…Dave was highly amused by “orange juice” starter. Can’t understand why. It was a massive treat after drinking so much water! And now ladies and gentleman, I present to you my main course…

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Here, you are looking at saute potatoes, green peas and a cheesy pasty. Which doesn’t sound too bad, albeit a bit yellow. But the pasty wasn’t Carr’s or Galloway’s and quite frankly did not cut the mustard for this plastic Northerner!

Infusion finally finished about 8.30 and the relief to be detached from Bleepy McBleeperson was huge. A couple of hours after, I finally cooled down, my headache alleviated and I managed to have a snooze. I obviously woke up in time for Love Island and my favourite meal of the hospital day – TEA AND TOAST!!!

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Final observations for the day all turned out good (apart from my blood sugar, but I’m pretty sure that was the fault of the orange juice and tic tacs!)

My lovely Reiki friends sent me some healing throughout the day which I’m so so grateful for, and I finished off my day by “reiki-ing”myself to sleep.

I had a pretty good night and have woken up feeling pretty good this morning.

On we go!

Relapse or not?

The days you wake up, do a quick body scan and realise that you’re ‘you on your best day,” are truly joyous. The trouble is, it’s a precarious balance. Any minute it could come crashing down.

On your “best day” it’s not abnormal to get giddy about how much you can do and then push your luck just that bit too far. Like I did today. I usually do use my day off in the week to rest and recover but today ended up being busier than I like it to be. I had a couple of places I needed to visit as well as getting my bloods done. The urgency is in part down to being pretty busy this upcoming weekend, and partly knowing I’ll be in hospital 12 days from now. But now I’m paying for it. It’s 6.30 on a Wednesday night and I’m shattered!

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the fact that I don’t think I’ve had any relapses since I’ve been diagnosed with MS. At least not a debilitating one. Yet I feel like I’ve been feeling progressively worse, physically. As my white blood cells still aren’t quite up to the bottom end of normal, I’ve been assured by a nurse that I can’t possible be having a relapse. So why do I feel so damn terrible?

This picture literally means nothing. It was just pretty and I needed one. And it’s a nerve.

It’s the aching more than anything. It just doesn’t seem to take a lot to make me feel like I’ve done a couple of rounds with Mike Tyson. And when I say “not a lot” in healthy person terms, it really is nothing. And I don’t know why. Sometimes I wonder if the brain really is so amazing that I DID feel this terrible prior to diagnosis, but in the absence of an explanation, or indeed in fear of it, I just suppressed anything I couldn’t explain.

It seems plausible that perhaps every way that I’m feeling terrible at the moment is something that I’ve experienced before, back when I was blissfully unaware that I was living with MS. But I found a different excuse that was temporary after it vanished. The reason everything is flaring up is that everyday my body is not only existing but it’s fighting off the symptoms and it’s fighting to build my immune system back up. That’s gotta be exhausting. Right?

I just feel like since Lemtrada, I haven’t been quite right. It’s not bad enough to put me off going for my second round. I keep trying to trust the process. That it’s a two year treatment that I’m only halfway through. It goes some way to appease me but then there’s this little niggling thought that there’s something more sinister going on.

I feel so confused that I’ve started to track my symptoms through an app called SymTrac. This doesn’t feel like something I want to use long term though. It’s making me think constantly about what pain I am and am not in. I’m all too aware of how I feel right now, and that’s not good for me.

Any other Lemmies out there with words for advice, reassurance or comfort? Or anyone in the know for that matter.

We go again…

Many followers to this blog may know that on 11th June it will be a year since I had the first round of Lemtrada. That time has flown. I honestly can’t believe it!

That means I must be due to head in for round two. And I can confirm that on Friday I got the call to tell me I’m due for my second round on 17th June. Nothing like a good bit of notice eh 😉

So two weeks from today, I’ll be packing my bag for this year’s treatment.

A quick reminder of last year’s treatment – I went through five days of infusion based medication. Three days with steroid and two days without. The drug wiped out the part of my immune system that attacks my nerves and causes the demyelination we know as MS.

Gonna be making friends with Bleepy McBleeperson again in the not too distant future…

This year, it differs slightly. I’m only in for three days for the same treatment. I’m not 100% sure if I get less of the drug or if I get more per infusion but I’m sure I’ll find out!

So a short, but sweet update!

It’s a weight off the shoulders. If you’ve read this blog from whilst I was being diagnosed you’ll know I’m a planner and totally hate the unknown or a lack of plan! It’s made me completely irritable and irrational. But hopefully I can start to see past this treatment now, and onto a life where MS is at the bottom of the list of things I think about. And not at the top.

Finding Reiki

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The title of this blog is slightly misleading. Because I didn’t find Reiki. It found me, as is the case for most people. See, you feel called, or drawn to Reiki.

Reiki means ‘Universal Life Energy.’ It’s a gentle, non-invasive holistic therapy which can be used to heal both physically and emotionally. If you are attuned to give Reiki, much as I joke about having ‘healing hands’ that’s not strictly true. You are simply able to act as a channel for this spiritual, universal energy to reach the recipient. Reiki is an intelligent energy, so whilst intentions can be set for how it works, it will always work for the highest good. In other words, it will help you in whatever way you need. I find it really tough to explain actually, and if you feel open to it, the only way to “get it” is to experience it.

My journey with Reiki started in July last year when I saw an event on Facebook for a First Degree Reiki attunement at the MS Therapy Centre. For unknown reasons, I felt that I just had to go on this course. I’d never even had a Reiki therapy at that point.

The course was booked in for the 15th September and before then I did finally experience Reiki and I just knew I was on the right path. My first therapy was about a week before I was due to go back into work after I’d been on long term sick after Lemtrada. Anxious is not a word I would use to describe myself. I’m pretty chilled out. But I’d started to get really worked up about going back to work. I had the most horrendous knot in my stomach. Reiki definitely helped me to relieve that. I had a “healing crisis” after my first session. This is normal in lots of people as “bad energy” gets unblocked from your system and can present itself in lots of different ways. For me it was uncontrollable sobbing and a splitting headache the day after! It didn’t put me off though and I had a further treatment before attending the course.

The First Degree attunement was easily the most spiritual experiences of my life. First degree has a heavy focus on self-healing, but also enables you to heal friends and family, pets and objects. So basically anything! Even food. You’re not going to make it organic or anything, but you can dissipate any negative energy that might be in it. Following on from the day long course, I had to practice Reiki everyday for 21 days and keep a journal of my experiences. This was the point at which I became a Reiki cynic. How on earth was I able to do this undefinable, sacred, pretty much magic, healing thing? I was totally open to receiving it from Nicola (my Reiki master), but I just couldn’t get my head around the fact that I was able to do this “thing” that I was in awe of. Receiving it is the most incredible gift and I really struggled to believe that I could give it.

In spite of my doubts, I persisted because they say that the more you use Reiki, the stronger your ability to attune to the energy becomes  And your confidence grows too. The first “a-ha” moment came for me six days after my attunement when I gave Poppy her first Reiki therapy. I had read a lot about Reiki for dogs and how you can give it to them. And she was exactly as they described. She remained so calm, and occasionally moved to direct me where she wanted my hands to go. Dogs are far more intuitive than us and just “know”. When she had had enough Reiki, which was about 40 minutes worth, she got up, licked me on the nose and walked off. Just like they described in what I had read. I couldn’t believe it! Maybe, just maybe…

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By Day 16, when “switching on” Reiki, I had started to feel a shift of energy in my hands. I was starting to observe some really positive changes in my life. I was losing some obsessive habits that aren’t good for me. At the end of the 21 days, I received my certificate and continued to practice Reiki on myself whenever I felt called to do so. I purchased a massage table so that I could be comfortable whilst giving it to friends and family.

I eventually plucked up the courage to give the girls a therapy and I was met with an overwhelmingly positive response, and for the first time, I gave in to intuition whilst giving Reiki. It was a real confidence boost! After that, I continued to give the occasional therapy to people who wanted one but gave it mostly to myself and Poppy (when she let me!)

On Saturday, I had my second degree attunement. This is so exciting, because it means that I can call myself a Reiki Practitioner should I choose to. That means, I can have a business, although this isn’t something that I feel called to do right now. In addition, I can send Reiki over distance and to the past and future. In order to get my certificate, I need to do 30 of these types of therapies. At least 15 of these should be over distance. In addition I need to do four hands on therapies and receive four.

I am loving this journey so so much and I would say without a shadow of a doubt, this is the greatest thing I’ve ever discovered. Even better than sliced bread!

 

 

 

 

Going Strong

Although I go for appointments every month I only see Danny once every three, and today was my day to see him. The last couple of times I’ve been to see him I’ve been feeling pretty fed up, but today it was nice to be able to go in with a smile on my face. 

I vowed not to get too hung up on my lymphocytes (white blood cell count) because it’s normal for it to fluctuate month on month. There are also theories about the slower it building up, the more effective the treatment. I didn’t want to get obsessive about that and wanted to do my best to remain calm and to just let Danny let me know if there was anything to worry about. I did however give in today. After a bit of a cold that I recovered better from than the rest of the family over Christmas, I was a little concerned and it made me want to check in.

My white blood cell count is at 0.6. For the average person, that’s rubbish, but for me, that’s good. The idea is that they get back up to 1 (which is the low end of a normal person) in time for the second round of treatment this year. So six months on and I’m just over halfway there which is a good sign. I’m glad I gave in and asked!

I’m feeling good so far this year I don’t tend to prescribe to the whole “this is my year” vibe, but I actually feel like this year could be. Who knew?! Certain aspects of my life feel a little odd at the moment but they’re definitely not dulling my sparkle, which is all I can ask. All in all, there’s no January blues to be seen here, and I’m feeling really uplifted.

I’ve started my new shifts at work now too. Today’s my second Wednesday off since going on them but it’s way too difficult to tell if they’re working for me yet. Surprisingly though, working until 6 is not as grim as first anticipated. Last Thursday and Friday it would be fair to say that I was just as bloody knackered as usual, but after 18 days off over Christmas it’s no real surprise. So I’m not calling it a failure yet!

For anyone who isn’t a friend of mine on Facebook, you might not know that I have been studying an HR qualification – Advanced Employment Law. The assignment was due around about the time that I went blind in my left eye, so I ended up deferring it. That was 18 months ago. The CIPD (who I studied with) have been great and continued to let me defer it, but in October I decided that after roughly 15 months, I needed to just knuckle down and get it done. I found out on Friday that I’d passed it which I’m over the moon about. It’s a stress off the list and it’s another string to add to the bow. Prior to being diagnosed I was really keen to pursue a career in HR case management. It’s still not a complete write off, but I guess my desire to further and develop my career is not a priority at the moment. I’m really just happy doing a good job in my current role in Learning and Development. MS had made me realise that a career isn’t the be all and end all. And at only 32, there’s nothing stopping me picking it back up again when I feel called to do so. 

I feel as though I’ve spent my life developing myself academically, and right now I’m enjoying developing myself in terms of who I am and how I am. I’m enjoying pursuing mindfulness and meditation. Exploring my spirituality. On Saturday, I’m doing my Second Degree Reiki which will make me a Reiki Practitioner and that’s really exciting too.

When people ask me how I am, I often say plodding along. But right now, it’s fair to say I’m skipping! 

The come down.

I’m suffering from writer’s block at the moment. I’ve just not really had much to say or write, but I’ve also been enjoying spending my time reading A LOT! I’ve also been starting to read a bit more about Reiki Healing as I’m so excited to share that all being well, I’ll be doing my Level One attunement on the 15th September!

One of the books I have recently finished reading. I can highly recommend it. It was brilliant!

I know that many people who follow my blog are people who want to know what to expect from going through Lemtrada. With this in mind, I thought I’d give a summary of how things have gone for me over the last couple of months. Trying to get a picture from my other blogs probably gives you more of an idea on how my mood has fluctuated more than anything! I’m moving towards a better head space now which means I’m way better positioned to collate my thoughts!

So, where am I eleven weeks on, apart from sat eating a veggie burger with sweet potato fries and suffering from writer’s block?

The intense “MS fatigue” I was suffering in the run up to  treatment has more or less lifted. I can’t say that there aren’t days when it’s not there but it had got to the point that I was suffering every single day. I’m still shattered though and sleeping ridiculous amounts. I think this is just because my body is working hard to increase the bit in my blood that Lemtrada wiped out. It’s different to MS fatigue. I actually do feel refreshed when I wake up in the morning and getting ready for the day doesn’t feel like the plight it was becoming. As a result of my exhaustion not being even close to what it was, the Cog Fog isn’t so bad. Sure, words are falling out my head like it’s going out of fashion, but I’m definitely finding it easier to remain present in a conversation.

I can count on less than two hands the symptoms I’ve had to deal with as a result of going through treatment. And most have worn off now. For three weeks after I felt like I was coming down with flu and slept a lot. By five weeks after (just before I was going back to work), I started suffering with a bit of anxiety, but that disappeared by being open about it and having Reiki therapy. I’ve had real issues with stabilising my body temperature, but since the weather has cooled down, I feel loads better. It’s difficult to tell if that’s MS in general, Lemtrada, the fact that it’s been disgustingly hot and we’re ill equipped to deal with it in the UK, or a combination of all three. I suspect the latter. I was struggling with an iffy gut every other day at first, but my stomach of steel seems to slowly be working it’s way back to normal!

Then there was the itchy scalp. This still hasn’t really let up and I’ve tried changing shampoo and all sorts. My hairdresser said he can’t see a rash and my scalp looks in great condition. Whatever it is, the occasional anti-histamine when required seems to keep it under control.

​​Finally, there’s my legs. This is really hit and miss. Today, I’ve had no bother from the pain in my ankle in spite of the fact that I’ve been dragged round a car boot sale in the pouring rain. On another day however, with no explanation, it’ll reduce me to tears because the pain is so bad. Or the weakness means I can’t face using the stairs. I’ve started parking on the site car park at work which is making a difference to both the comfort levels of my legs, but also in managing my energy levels. I feel at the end of the day like I’ve got enough energy to go to the gym after work. Or at least I would have if I didn’t have the pain in my leg! I really want to get back to the gym actually. It’s getting me down a little at the moment that I’m in too much pain to go. I’m hoping to try going this week though on the basis that I might be surprised by what I can do.But that’s it.

Tiredness. Dodgy Gut. Flu-like. Anxiety. Unmanageable body temperature. Unreliable legs. Itchy Scalp.

That’s really not a lot is it? Not in the grand scheme of things.

It was getting me down though. To the point that there was a suggestion that maybe I’m depressed. I categorically disagree with this. I’m miserable, sure. I’m not disputing that but do you know what? I have every bloody right to be. I’ve been diagnosed with MS. I challenge you to find someone who wouldn’t feel at least a little bit pissed off!

I think what’s triggered it, is now that I’m through the diagnosis and the treatment, everything has just…stopped I suppose. It’s almost a come down. Not that I was on a high, but I can’t really find the right words to explain it. Things have changed though. Nobody is calling me brave or inspirational anymore so I don’t have to worry about living up to that (I’m ok with this by the way! I’ve said before, it gets kinda annoying because I’m only doing what anyone else would do in my shoes). But life is more or less back to normal now. What that means is it’s time for me to come to terms with everything. I’ve found the trick is just not think about it and to bury my head in the sand but I’m not sure that’s productive. I’m now allowing myself to feel my emotions whether that’s anger, sadness or confusion. A sense of “why me?” This means that emotionally I’m on quite the roller coaster right now. This could be being mistaken for depression.

Just on this point, I’m pretty sure that the place that the suggestion came from was 100% a place of love. I’m grateful for being looked out for like that actually. I’m not dismissing it entirely as depression is a well documented symptom of MS. I just don’t think it’s something I’m suffering from right now. I think I’m just fed up and need to work on my self-care to get me out of that place.

On an unrelated note, someone who didn’t yet know about my diagnosis found out last week. And he gave me the most honest response I’ve heard from anyone. He looked at me and just said “I’m so sorry to hear that Jo. That’s shit innit?” He said the one thing that couldn’t be closer to the truth and he didn’t run scared from it. It was genuinely music to my ears, to get such the response that I got. There was no trying to empathise, and there was no sympathy either. He just said exactly what it is. It just felt so real.

Maybe we can all learn a thing or two from that.

Coffee and Cake is always wondeful therapy!