too much juice?

Well, so far, this latest experiment with my medication hasn't been a roaring success. On the first day, the neck soreness was quite severe, accompanied by a sensitivity to light, and that general awfulness feeling (my wife says "you look green"). Fortunately, not much in the way of a headache. On the second day, it wasn't quite as bad. I had the weekend to rest and take it easy, although this morning I woke up with an awful headache. This was probably because of the howling winds that didn't allow me to get the decent night's sleep that I need.

It's quite evident that the juice and I just don't get on well. What I can't stand is that the nasty side effects are very quick to show up, but the positive effects of the treatment usually don't kick in for about a week. That makes me very despondent every time I go in for some juicing. Especially when I wake up in the morning feeling like crap and read puff pieces in the newspaper about little Michael and how IVIg revs him up just like a double espresso. I wish the stuff worked as well for me!

even more juice

Blogger has been playing up lately - very annoying!


I've been tracking my hand strength for the last few months, using a "rig" consisting of a paper cup with some string attached, and a series of scientific weights. A couple of times a week, I measure how much weight each of my fingers can hold up. As you can see from the pretty picture, there are spikes, and these roughly coincide with the IVIg treatments - they seem to have their maximum effect around a week after each treatment.



The legend is a little small - the blue line at the bottom is my right index finger. There are a few interesting things going on here. Firstly, despite the treatment, the best it gets is for my right finger to have not much more than 20% (compared to the left, and the other fingers). I have found this quite disappointing. The spikes are also quite modest. Finally, the pinkie (black) is one of the stronger fingers, and this is uncommon in MMN.


So given that we are reasonably on top of the side effects, my neuro has decided to up the juice. We had been doing 0.78 g/Kg over two days as a maintenance dose, which is already at the high end. The next dose (over the next two days) will be 1.06 g/Kg - an increase of 36% or an extra hour and twenty minutes connected to the juice machine (can you tell I'm a numbers guy?).

I really shouldn't have written about this - all it's done is make me think about how long the treatment is and what I will do. Lately, I've been relaxing more during the infusions - nodding off for a nap here and there because of the phenergan. All of that certainly seems to have helped minimize the side effects. Will have to line up some extra videos to watch or maybe a book (although reading one-handed while lying in a bed is a little difficult).


And in other news, Mayo have responded in the affirmative, and I'm booked in for November. More about that in another post.

next steps

Well, it's been business as usual with the IVIg treatments, and the side effects are more manageable now that I take it easy for a few days each time. Will put up a graph of the results so far in a future post.

However, there is a new development. On a recent overseas trip, I consulted a world expert in diagnosis and specialist referrals. He is not a doctor; rather someone who is renowned for referring people to the right specialist for their specific condition or symptoms. After reviewing my case, he suggested I get in touch with Dr Dyck from the Mayo Clinic, and spoke highly of their diagnostic methodology. This made me wonder if his view was that my diagnosis was incorrect.

Then, I consulted with a spiritual healer. Her advice was that my illness is a lot worse than what we think, and that I should see a doctor in the USA for treatment. Between that and a few other uncanny comments about other matters, I am now very spooked. I'm not an overly superstitous person, however I feel strongly that there are people in the world who have vision/insights to see things that others don't. So my next step is to get in touch with the Mayo and organize something.

Rest is the key

It's been a couple of treatments since my last posting, and things appear to be on the up. I have formed the view that while steroids reduce side effects, they have an adverse effect on the primary condition itself. Having put in a measurement system for the strength in my fingers, I was very disappointed by the improvement in course I had five weeks ago.

So in this last one, we just used anti-histamines (phenergan), anti-inflammatories (nurofen), and regular pain killers (panadol), and these did a reasonable job of reducing the side effects. The most important thing I have learnt from the last two treatment courses is the value of rest! On each occassion I just went to bed and relaxed for 2-3 days, and that was more effective than any drug.

Of course, I would much rather pop a pill (or ten) than have to take 2-3 days off each month. But alas, it is now clear to me that lifestyle changes are required, and one is just to take it easy, and reduce the pace of my life; particular around treatment time.

This last treatment was after a gap of just one month, and the strength in my index finger is the best it has been for around six weeks. That part is very encouraging. Because of some travel plans, my next treatment will be after just a three-week gap, so I'm hoping that will act as an extra booster, and I can revert to a monthly schedule that is more pro-active with respect to the strength in my fingers.

I'm also now exploring some complementary medicine as a way of dealing with some of the limitations of western medicine, particularly relating to the side effects if IVIg. More to follow in future posts ...

Heading for the third round

I guess thinking that I was on a two-month treatment cycle was just me being the eternal optimist. Maybe that is why I get these waves of melancholy and angst? It happens when I actually schedule my next treatment course. Or when I suddenly start to feel pain doing an everyday activity, like pulling off a t-shirt. Perhaps these events trigger a challenge to my natural state of optimism about everything, and that in turn causes me to think about some of the negative aspects of my life with MMN. Or perhaps I am just still learning to accept my condition, and what I really need is to adjust my expectations.

So later this week it will be another two days of juice, after a break of 5 weeks since the last treatment. This is more typical of the treatment cycle for most people with this disorder. The hospital has a new guy in charge of the unit, and I'm told he's really good with putting in IVs. We are making some adjustments to the regimen - a different premedication that should hopefully reduce or eliminate the side effects, and slowing the infusion rate so each batch goes for five hours instead of three. Will have to stock up on DVDs, but the real challenge for me will be to actually get up with the IV in my arm, walk over to the bathroom and relieve myself at some point during the infusion. I managed to do that last time without even looking at the IV site - quite an achievement!

In the meantime, my "rig" (a al Mythbusters) is all set up. It consists of a plastic basket, some ribbon, and a series of weights (the weights were originally little bags of dirt, but I've gone all out and purchased some a calibration weight set). This allows me to regularly measure the strength in my hand (actually, each finger) and record it. Creating a spreadsheet and a pretty graph of the strength measures over time, and how they are impacted by the IVIg treatment is actually something I really enjoy, being a very analytical person.

This will be my third treatment, but there is not much point keeping count. Shortly, it will just become a contiuum, like monthly board meetings or business trips. Discussed the situation with my father today, and explained to him yet again that there is no known cure and that the treatment is ongoing. What I really need right now is a good cry. The emotions are welling up just beneath the surface, and I need to share them with someone who can understand.