Back in April I reported about how awful the effects are from the Vekiera Pac and ribavirin treatment are and that I had decided on my own to stop taking the treatment with only 6 weeks and 4 days left of the medicines and then another 12 weeks of recovery. I followed up with my physician a few days later and after I had regained my ability to walk again after only one week off the treatment it was suggested that I start back on the treatment regimen, so believe it or not, I did. The difference this time was the ribavirin dose was decreased and it did somewhat help. I will say I did complete the treatment and am still in recovery regaining my white blood cells. They are reduced I am told due to the ribavirin dramatically.

Don’t get me wrong those 6 weeks and 4 days were no walk in the park or even a picnic, I promise. Not only for me but for everyone who even glanced my way especially my friends and family. I am surprised I even have either one left to be honest after the way I became on this stuff. I really thought I knew how much I was being affected by the treatment but I didn’t know the half of it. I should have just been placed in a padded room with how aggressive I became at times, even with no energy and every bone and joint hurting when I even took a step, I was a raging maniac I am told, and some of it I vaguely remember being so detail oriented about everything and nobody could measure up to standards I though at the time they should be meeting.

I am not forgetting as much since I am finished the treatment and hoping it will completely diminish after the next 6 weeks of recovery I have left. I took my last treatment on June 17, 2015 and believe me the people who surrounded me during the treatment were counting down in hopes of getting the person they knew and loved back. It didn’t come immediately and still isn’t all the way but yes it did dramatically change my attitude and capabilities the day after my last dose, surprisingly, but nowhere near completely back to myself. Slowly but surely I am coming around to my old self who usually has lots of energy, unfortunately that’s not all back yet either. I catch myself drifting off into la-la land every now and then but I try to pull myself out as quickly as I went in. I have been driving down the road and completely forgot what I am doing, where I am going, or where I am at, and even how to get home or where to turn; so it is completely out of control still at times. But for the most part since I am able to drive again alone or at all I must be coming along quite well, I think anyway. The forgetfulness isn’t so bad anymore only once in a while. My moods still change but nothing like they were with the treatments.

So I can honestly say I am hoping that my final blood draw will prove that this was all worth it and I will be free from this disease completely, I pray. It will be taking place in two months so stay tuned for more updates, and thanks for reading.

Thanks for the support,

Barbara/Bunny