Do you ever feel overwhelmed to the point where you feel like you can't make good decisions? Do you ever feel like your running in place, and getting nowhere? Do you ever feel like you're trying to do everything for everyone, but you end up doing nothing well and ignoring your own needs?
Unfortunately, these feelings have been crowding my my life as of late... My surgery went well in May, but it's now two months post-surgery and my body feels broken. A few weeks ago I got the news that my MAC (Mycobacterium Avium Complex) is back. What sucks is that I never even got to a point where I could take a break from treatment. At this point I'm considered as having refractory MAC. This is such and evil and tricky (and acary) bug. The good news is that there is a new clinical trial (Arikace)starting within a month for people with Refractory MAC. I am first in line at my CF center to start this clinical trial. I'm hoping that this inhaled drug will beat this bug into submission.
The bad news is that I have been feeling lousy. To say that I have been fatigued is an understatement. I had a clinic visit last week. I got put on another antibiotic. That means that I now take 5 antibiotics a day. For 2 years I have been taking 4 antibiotics a day, yet the infection is still brewing. How is that possible? I am now taking inhaled Amikacin, Azithromycin, Ethambutol, Doxycycline, and Moxifloxacin. I have tried the power of "positive thinking" to no avail. Will this infection ever succumb? Why am I so, so unbeleivably tired? Will my belly ever get used to the insult of all of these medications?
After feeling really, really lousy for several months, I finally decided that I had to take some time off of work to get my health in check. I need to focus on my treatments (all 4 hours a day of them) and this clinical trial. I have pushed and pushed and pushed through...for the past 2 years of this treatment. I have told myself that I can do anything I put my mind to. Lately, my body has decided to revolt. I have finally decided to listen to my body, instead of trying to convince myself that all is well. Growing older with a progressive disease can be really, really hard...
I turn 37 later this month! That's life expectancy for CF, isn't it? I'm looking very forward to blasting past "life expectancy"!
