Feb 1 marked my 6 month "anniversary" on Elmiron. I wish I could say that I am doing better. In addition to Elmiron, I'm doing weekly PT and PTNS. I'm up to six treatments on the PTNS and... well, I don't have much to report.
Some days, I feel exactly where I was seven months ago when I was originally diagnosed. Few days are tolerable. Most times, however, I feel sad and a little desperate. I'm giving this everything I've got: mind, heart and wallet (PTNS is not covered by insurance). I've done six instills and experience relief for a few hours and then, wham: the throbbing/pressure/discomfort returns, as awful as ever.
It's hard to focus at work, extremely difficult to study for class and becoming increasingly more and more difficult to keep hopeful in all this. Sometimes I think I could end California's drought by collecting my tears. Seriously. It's like a bottomless well.
Still on the diet. (Pretty religious about it). Still trying to stay calm. I write this only to keep some sort of chronicle of this terrible journey. Every challenge I've ever faced in my life all rolled into one pale in comparison to the last six months.
Everything that I once believed defined me (running, wine, good food with friends, travel) is not possible for me anymore. It's like a sick joke. I'm still really struggling to find the meaning in all this and keep "listening" to whatever it is my body is trying to tell me.
At my worst moments, I feel really broken and begin to question my value to society. The thoughts scare me because I am just not prepared to deal with them.
I want to say something positive. I do. I do. I really do. But it would feel phony. The best I can muster is to say that my plan is to keep going and keep trying any and all possible measures that might bring relief...because it's all I can do.
Some days, I feel exactly where I was seven months ago when I was originally diagnosed. Few days are tolerable. Most times, however, I feel sad and a little desperate. I'm giving this everything I've got: mind, heart and wallet (PTNS is not covered by insurance). I've done six instills and experience relief for a few hours and then, wham: the throbbing/pressure/discomfort returns, as awful as ever.
It's hard to focus at work, extremely difficult to study for class and becoming increasingly more and more difficult to keep hopeful in all this. Sometimes I think I could end California's drought by collecting my tears. Seriously. It's like a bottomless well.
Still on the diet. (Pretty religious about it). Still trying to stay calm. I write this only to keep some sort of chronicle of this terrible journey. Every challenge I've ever faced in my life all rolled into one pale in comparison to the last six months.
Everything that I once believed defined me (running, wine, good food with friends, travel) is not possible for me anymore. It's like a sick joke. I'm still really struggling to find the meaning in all this and keep "listening" to whatever it is my body is trying to tell me.
At my worst moments, I feel really broken and begin to question my value to society. The thoughts scare me because I am just not prepared to deal with them.
I want to say something positive. I do. I do. I really do. But it would feel phony. The best I can muster is to say that my plan is to keep going and keep trying any and all possible measures that might bring relief...because it's all I can do.
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