I like “no drama,” really I do. At the beginning of this month, I received my third round of Rituxan infusions. I was really looking forward to treatment.
My wrists and fingers had begun flaring in January and weren’t letting up substantially. My toes were tender and very “ouchy.” And, I could no longer stretch my palms/fingers to reach an octave at the piano. Now THAT was the final straw, what with rehearsals and performances coming up.
It was time for re-treatment. The positive effect of the previous round of infusions from last summer were sustained for about eight months. An improvement over the first round’s effectiveness of five months. I’d be thrilled if this round lasted for one year. How cool would that be?
Not only was I looking forward to treatment itself, I was anxious to try out a different hospital’s outpatient infusion center. My experience at the previous location was rather negative and I basically refuse to go back there. I had high hopes that this time would be different and go smooth as silk.
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