Apologies for this post. It isn't a request for information, or a message of support. It is merely an offload, a way of exorcising some of the thoughts and release the pressure on my overactive brain at the moment. I think it may be referred to as a Blog.
Over 10 years diagnosed with CLL and after a 4 year remission following FCR, I have just been told that my lymphocyte levels has just risen to just over 5 (Outside the upper scale of normal). I suspected that this might be the 3 monthly blood review that I was told something was amiss as my last review showed a rise from around 1 to 2.3, but it didn't make it any easier to receive the news. In fact, the sleepless nights and anxiety levels of the preceding week have probably hindered the process of rationalising this news as, not being the end of the world - quite yet.
I think that the worst part of this new stage of my CLL journey, and one that I am starting to remember well from my first diagnosis, is the uncertainty. Is this going to be the same as when I was first diagnosed? Is the progression likely to develop faster or slower? Am I looking at more treatment sooner or later? These were the questions I bombarded the young (sounding) member of the consultants team as she broke the news to me. The simple answer is, she didn't know, everyone is different. It may be faster developing, it may be a lot slower to develop. One thing is true though, there are a lot more treatments available for the second round of the disease than there were, even in the short(ish) ten years since my journey began.
Other things have changed in the last ten years. Covid, of course, which has sent all of us with immune suppressed conditions into double lockdown made us responsible for over 50% of the worlds alcohol spray. It has also made me a lot angrier when I see people flouting social distancing rules, but I now would have probably been a much better rugby player as I have developed my side-step to perfection to avoid oncoming walkers whilst out on my daily exercise. I have also developed arthritis in my hands and fingers, which is more of a painful inconvenience that a disability, especially on those cold days.
These things, and others, will now have to be factored in when planning and trying to anticipate this next stage of life, or perhaps I shouldn't bother worrying about it, just get on with things and let the clinical teams worry about the rest of.
Ha, good luck with that.