Phase 1: My Tysabri Journey
So, let's talk about Tysabri – the real deal, folks. It's like the superhero of MS treatments, touted as one of the most aggressive warriors against this relentless condition. And let me tell you, diving into this treatment was like stepping into the ring with the heavyweight champ – nerve-wracking, yet filled with hope.
The first infusion? Smooth sailing. No hiccups, no drama. I left feeling optimistic, thinking, "Hey, maybe this won't be so bad after all." But oh, how quickly things can change.
Tysabri infusion #2 – The Plot Twist
I strolled into my second infusion with confidence, ready to tackle whatever came my way. Little did I know, a curveball was waiting just around the corner. Within minutes of the infusion, my skin erupted in angry red bumps, spreading like wildfire across my body. An allergic reaction – talk about unexpected.
The Aftermath: A Rollercoaster Ride
From that moment on, it was like I was strapped onto a rollercoaster of allergic chaos. Benadryl became my new best friend, with doses every few hours just to keep the welts at bay. But the fun didn't stop there – oh no.
Turns out, my body decided to play the ultimate prank on me – building antibodies against Tysabri. Cue the ER visits, the chest tightness, the panic attacks. Prednisone became my constant companion, turning me into an emotional wreck.
Navigating the Storm
But amidst the chaos, life went on. Alaska's fishing season was in full swing, and I was determined not to let MS dictate the rhythm of my days. Sure, it was a battle – physically, emotionally, mentally – but I refused to let it steal my joy.
So there you have it, folks – my Tysabri saga. A rollercoaster of highs and lows, twists and turns. But through it all, one thing remained constant – my determination to keep fighting, to keep living, no matter what.