>Post Treatment Realities

>EOT, Post Treatment, “when I’m done with treatment..” While we are in the midst of treatment these phrases dangle before us like a piece of candy on a string, just out of reach but promising sweetness. I really didn’t know what to expect for myself after treatment. I have read other peoples’ experiences. I have read the materials provided by the pharmaceutical companies and medical professionals, which I have come to realize are Pollyannishly optimistic. My general experience throughout this process is that we all experience treatment a little differently although there are many many similarities.  In the support groups I follow often one person will ask about a befuddling symptom, certain that they are manifesting bizarre and unusual reaction, only to have a half a dozen others respond with similar stories.
To be honest I hadn’t looked into the post treatment stories very thoroughly. I figured I’d cross that bridge when I got to it since life on treatment was basically best lived one day at a time. I knew I wouldn’t immediately “bounce back”, that it would take time to rid my body of the poison I’d been ingesting and injecting  for the past 48 weeks. I knew it would take time  to renew my body from the strain that it had endured, the anemia, the weight loss and  the compromised  immune system but beyond that I didn’t have much of an idea of what to expect.
Here I am 10 days after my last shot, still not knowing what to expect from one day to the next. My energy level is improving slowly, I tend to overdo it and wipe myself out by capitalizing on the newfound ambition. My appetite is back and making up for lost time and although my mouth is still a little sensitive to certain foods, I’m finding my taste for variety is coming back. My mood has improved greatly…well until yesterday, that is.
 I had been developing pain and goo in my ear for a few days. I put off going to the doctor because I knew I’d be over there on Friday for blood work, and also because that’s what I do, I procrastinate. I put off those visits to the doctor until I’m really miserable. By Friday my ear was visibly swollen and incredible painful, my neck jaw and head all hurt as well.
This occurrence  took some of the air out of my sails and seriously dampened my mood. “Haven’t I suffered enough in the last 11 months?” and “Can’t I just start feeling better?” “waah wahhh”
 I realized that treatment doesn’t really end when you stop taking the meds. There’s going to be a transitional period while I detoxify and regain my strength and hopefully my sanity. Like most things in life we hope treatment will be linear, predictable and finite; and like most things in life it is none of those.
And like all other things in life, we take it one day at a time, we do our best and we do it better with the support of others.

© 2011 Jennifer Hazard


About nanakoosa

Me...I am a trained Advocate and Counselor with 20 years experience working with Youth and Families. My most recent employment brought me to the field of Domestic and Sexual Violence Counseling and support. I myself am a Survivor of violence and have been on both side of the service desk, which provides for a unique, often conflicting, theoretical orientation. I am a regular blogger, journal keeper and story teller. My current focus is to give voice to the experiences of survivors, to shine some light in the dark corners of family life where all the spiders and creepy things hide. I also enjoy writing about my unconventional childhood in the tumultuous 60's and am dabbling in memoir writing. I have three wonderful children, two fabulous granddaughters and an assortment of pets. View all posts by nanakoosa

3 responses to “>Post Treatment Realities

  • ianquill

    >Hey Jen, Here's looking forward to a brighter day for you. I'm sure it wil come after the meds fade away. Whatever happens I'm sure you will be Ok as strike me as v. intelligent with strong principle and ethics, and with those traits you will always do well – try nolt to worry about timescales too much!

  • eva

    >In a way Jenny, it is the beginning of another journey…. a lot of patience and stamina has been needed for tx. Now, one discovers new levels of patience required on another journey back to recovery. I always come back to that old familiar favourite – one day at a time. (I haven't been around much but you have been in my thoughts, I am so pleased for you to have got through tx and wish you good road ahead.) xx eva

  • Nanakoosa

    >Thank you Ian…I'm trying…Eva, I'm discovering you're so right on target…it's another phase of treatment, really. I haven't been around the Hep sites much either as I have been very busy dealing with the political nonsense that's going on over here. I think one thing that has really gotten me down is I tire so easily when I'm out protesting, especially in our damn cold climate! Yet I'm doing a lot of networking and organizing online so I feel some accomplishment that way. The US government has gone totally off it's rocker (well certain elements) but the citizens are holding strong with more organization and solidarity than I've ever seen…big changes afoot. Ian I know you're into politics…it's getting a little scary over here, but dig this we have the police on our side this time, how bout that for thwarting fascism? lol.Love to you two!!!Jenny

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