Week Long Treatment

So after that last appointment, plans were made for me to receive treatments (two treatments per day) for a full week ... that week long trip took place a couple of weeks ago. My mom watched the kids for the first 3 days and my mother-in-law watched the kids the last day.

When we got to the clinic we found out that Dr. J was going to be out of town that Friday - which was a bit disappointing at first but then, figuring that things happen for a reason, we chippered up and continued on with the treatments.

It's pretty easy to sum up how the treatments went: the first night I had a killer head ache and that night plus the following days and nights I was quite tired. Every time I'd chat with my mom my answer to her question about how I was doing would always be, "I'm tired." No body twitching, brain inflammation, heart beating like mad ... it was pretty calm. I feel very blessed.

The next couple of days upon getting home were rather frustrating. My brain was feeling super icky and I wasn't functioning well. My spirits were quite down and I felt a growing burden. That burden existed because  my family (especially my father, a sister, my mother and many from church) were anxious to see if I was doing better. And, at that point, I wasn't! In fact, I didn't feel much better than before I ever started going.

Boy was I frustrated and angry.

BUT ... after those first two initial days, suddenly I found myself cleaning my house more than usual, running the kids around and not needing to take a nap during the day. I questioned myself a few times, "Am I getting better?" and I asked my husband the same thing. I'd think back on 2-3 months ago and realize that I sure wasn't able to do this much that long ago.


Two to three months ago, I was taking multiple naps a day and even when I was awake I'd keep myself busy doing things that allowed me to stay sitting. I'd miss out on going out and doing things with my family because I simply wouldn't be able to keep up or last that long. I'd have regular flare ups that would completely wipe me out and where leaving me alone at home wasn't an option. I couldn't even do the dishes anymore - it was all too much! My kids and John were doing everything. 


So yes, yes I was doing better! And unlike the past 5 years, where I'd do my own stuff to try and get better or be following a health specialists regimen and feel some kind of relief, the relief, the healing, felt more solid, steady, real and permanent. 


Although, because of so many past experiences, I'm still a bit hesitant to cry out and say it's totally working I really feel quite hopeful and happy about it all!


(The photo is of me on the last day there. The doctor's flight was leaving earlier than he had initially planned and so he had us come in extra early that day so that I could get the full treatment for that day. We were put in one of the rooms (instead of the usual IV room where I get to sit in a recliner) while they had their usual morning meeting in the IV room.)