I am a 57-year-old white American male infected with Hepatitis C. I am involved in a controlled medical research study by Roche Pharmaceuticals of an experimental Polymerase Inhibitor (RO5024048 also known as RG7128) drug therapy for the virus. This document is the story of my illness and the experience of treatment. My lovely and pretty damn wonderful wife will be contributing her take on the experience as well.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Right off the bat, we didn’t need to take refrigerated drugs and the daily dose of pills was down to two (a thyroid pill and Celexa). Remembering last year’s difficulty breathing at altitude, I injected my last dose of Procrit a few days before we left. We then threw enough gear for a two month safari into the back of the pickup (it was a five day vacation – in a cabin) and headed up to Camp Mather.
The biggest difference was the energy I had this year. Even being off the treatment drugs for only 10 weeks created a noticeable difference. There was a lot less exhaustion – I only needed to take one short nap every day – and I had the energy to do a lot more walking. I even played catch, Frisbee golf and kicked around a soccer ball with my wife during the stay. We even stayed up in the evening and played board games with some of our friends, though I crapped out on the late night wine and ranting sessions that are de rigueur for any vacation. It was wonderful to enjoy physical activities without gasping, nausea and spacing out.
It’s great to feel some actual progress in recovering from treatment. I even pretend to see my hair growing back (I’m sure those dark hairs weren’t there before, both of them). Of course, after driving back to San Francisco, I went to bed and slept for 12 hours, then took an afternoon nap for two more. I guess I’m not quite yet the physical powerhouse I thought I was.