I often get asked “how are you feeling?”, which is only natural considering the past 3 years.
For the majority of this year coming off Covid last November, then getting it again this past June (unbeknownst to me), I’d say I was feeling “okay”. It’s really a sliding scale when most of the past year was just hoping to feel better than horrible. “Okay” seemed…okay.
Putting numbers to it, the scale would be from 1 (feeling as if I’m about to die) to 10 (I’m 25 again, YEAH!)
Last November in the hospital, we were at a 1 to 2, much like the previous year for the stem cell transplant–living hell– after they hit me with the solid week of hard chemo. So having experienced a good chunk of the scale, it does give one a good overview.
This year, most of it was spent in the 5 to 7 range, 7 on the good days. Fatigue, easily winded, nasty cough. But an appointment was finally arranged in September with my infectious disease doctor, the latest addition to my ever expanding medical team. She, like my pulmonologist, was fascinated by my case.
You see, thanks to the ongoing bi-monthly maintenance therapy via my oncology team, I have been totally without antibodies since early 2019. This of course explained the severity of my Covid hit last November, why I got it again, and why, for most of this year, I was in that 6 range. No antibodies to clean house with this crap.
My infectious disease doctor compared the uniqueness of my case to that of Typhoid Mary, only without all the nasty connotations that tend to come along with her situation. So she recommended that I get some antibodies shoved into my system artificially with an infusion of REGENERON!
REGENERON! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Able to change the course of mighty rivers! And when administered to an ailing fella like myself, holy crap, it works!
Just a few days after the infusion, I felt unbelievably good. A couple weeks down the line, I still do. Honestly, I haven’t felt “good” for a very long time. You know how most people feel normal? I got to join the club again. The fatigue? Gone. The nasty cough? gone. The getting winded too easily? Gone. When I get winded now, yes, it’s because I’m old, but it’s leagues better than it was before.
The goal of the infusion was A) give me antibodies for protection, B) eliminate the viral remnants of Covid I’d had that, although not contagious, hung on me and kept showing up on tests for positives, and C) hopefully make me feel better.
Well, I’m certain “A” was accomplished as they literally pumped antibodies into me. Haven’t had the latest Covid test yet to resolve “B” yet but “C” has been a resounding success and a lot more so that I could have imagined.
Now, I’m hoping that the antibodies have been cleaning house, so these after-effects of the previous Covids are simply eradicated, as opposed to just staving off the above mentioned symptoms. I’m due for another infusion in two weeks, so we’ll see down the road.
But right now, in this moment, I feel great. 9 of 10! How YOU doin’?







































