Wednesday, I awoke excited about the day. It was another beauty of a day and because I had watered so late in the day on Tuesday, all the plants were in excellent shape, and I had the morning for chores. But first we went walking our dogs with our friends. I don’t walk the entire route with them anymore, instead I walk about half-way and then return to the car.
When we got home, I loaded the car with things to take to GIRO, our recycling centre, and off we went to deposit them, stopping on the way at the vets’ place to pick up more hypoallergenic food for Fred and Ethel. When we got home, it was lunch time for everyone and then I had a wee rest on the lounger in the sunshine. It’s cool enough to be in the sun now—well, for ten minutes anyway.
I couldn’t stick resting, so I watered the backyard plants showing signs of thirst, and then, just before one o’clock, I went online to wait for Dr. Dorscheid. Sam, his assistant, said he would be talking to me anytime between 1:00 and 2:45. He came online at 2:00 and man-oh-man did he ever have good news for me. He says in about six months, the Tezspire should have the same effect as the Prednisone did. But not only will it improve my capacity to sustain effort, it can repair damage done over my lifetime with asthma!
After the call, I had watering to do, but my mind was on the call. I don’t feel like I’m dying anymore. From what Sam, Dr. D’s assistant said, I figure I’ve got more than the five-year average life span of people with eosinophilic asthma who get fibrosis because those statistics reflect outcomes prior to advancements in treatment with biomedications. Woo hoo!
Once the watering was done, I took Sheba for her afternoon walk, and then we came home to spend the night together in front of the TV. I’m such a slug, but who cares. I love my evenings of rest with my foot on ice and dinner within reach of my fat ass on the chaise. Life is very, very good, especially with a soul full of glee about all Tezspire is going to do for me.
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Today is another fine, fine day. I shall water and fertilize and at 4:00, Colleen the gardener is coming for a walkabout. Today is my last day of calm for Steve arrives tomorrow and I am to pick him up in Nanaimo. We’ll have lunch, do some shopping, walk in a favourite park and then we’ll go to the clinic for my instructional session with the AstraZeneca nurse where I’ll learn how to shoot myself (with medications).
1 comment:
That's so awesome about your medication, Chris! I also noticed that you've had some recent social events without seizures or being unable to talk. That's also great. I love when I notice I've made actual progress in my efforts. Sometimes it can feel like I just keep pushing rocks uphill and then notice not only are they rolling back down, but now the hill has grown taller. I'm beginning to realize that might just be how life is and as I'm rolling those rocks, I inevitably find myself increasingly stumbling into beautiful refreshing meadows and maybe rolling rocks uphill isn't all that important after all. Have a wonderful visit with Steve and hope your foot heals well.
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