Yesterday I uneventfully finished my 3rd infusion of Gazyva. Starting Venetoclax on Valentine’s Day. Feeling great, better than I have in years, as I’ve posted elsewhere.
Awake in bad last night (thanks, IV steroids!), I dimly reflected back a bit on my CLL journey.
1st four years or so, I was oblivious I was on a CLL journey at all (lol). Bliss was ignorant.
1st six months after diagnosis, I was on W&W, trying my best to live in denial.
Then, last year, a bottom dropped out. I’ve posted of this elsewhere, but it culminated in 3 separate hospital stays, 5 weeks in a rehab facility, & an inescapable creeping certainty that CLL was gathering its darkest powers. What a jerk.
& thus, treatment. O+V. So far, so fantastic. Rather than suffering the claustrophobic horror of CLL slowly strangling me, I’m enjoying the empowering feeling that I’m disintegrating it, little by little, day by day, night by night.
How long will this feeling last? Hopefully the full year of treatment. After that, I dunno. I fear that, post-treatment, I’ll find myself once again awaiting CLL’s loosened grip to begin to retighten. & I don’t know what other possible treatments are waiting out there in the treatment pipeline.
So I’m really enjoying these-here present tense moments. It’s a cliché to “live in the moment,” one I’ve always told my ignorant self that I live by, but I’ve never been certain about it until now.
& then I fell asleep. 🙃