♪ “Who is the betrayer, who’s the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors and doesn’t make a sound.” ♫
All right. Something I never considered the IVIG would do (and luckily so, or else I might not have went forward with it!) was that it would so very obviously do the one thing I’ve avoided doing at all costs for the past two years: Wake up my immune system. Because that would re-activate the bartonella like it has every time in the past since I contracted this parasitic-bacteria.
And that’s exactly what it did.
Some of you may not remember my ordeal with this infection unless you’ve somehow been following my blog for the past four years, but this post from January 2012 might help a little. I realized a year later my symptoms were re-emerging, with my bloodwork also showing increasing signs. I did everything I could not to take anything immune-stimulating and DEFINITELY not any antibiotics (which are extremely immune-stimulating), and because of this, it remained somewhat latent. I know from past experience that activating my immune system in any way triggers it to attempt fighting infections wherever they exist, despite said immune system not having everything it needs to actually fight. To make it acutely aware of bartonella’s existence would be to also initiate my imminent decline. The first time this happened, I was bedbound within eight months; the next time, within just four months.
Well, all symptoms that occurred periodically since the bartonella relapsed are once again emerging VERY reliably every 5-6 days (usually 5, as is the reason bartonella “quintana” got its name). There are the frontal headaches; the unusual rashes and bumps on my feet, ankles, lower legs, and hands/fingers; the foot pain; the shin pain; chest pain; more arrhythmia; more anemia; the volatile moods that occur the worst on that 5th day, leading to rapid cycling between hopelessness, suicidal ideation, rage, paranoia, and anything else you can imagine, before it fades as quickly as it arrived; the worser “brain fog” and neurological dysfunction; low-grade fevers; excruciating fatigue; worse dehydration… Its reliability started five days after my first infusion in October, and has continued ever since.
Some part of me cannot believe this is happening again; the other part of me has not experienced something so dangerous since practicing Buddhism, and is able to be objective enough to find it fascinating how a body reacts to infection. I’ll try to write more on that, soon.
The worst flares, the ones that scare me, happen right before my infusions. I get IVIG every four weeks (right now) and the effects only last three weeks… So the fourth week, my immune system has fallen back to its normal deficient state, which means I am at mercy of an infection with little to give it pause. I discussed this with my immunologist today and he upped my dose; we’ll see with my next infusion (which will take place from my own bed in a couple weeks) if this new dose will last long enough to stretch the entire four weeks, but if not, we’ll try every three weeks. If that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to do it subcutaneously every week just to stay stable. :\
I felt so horrible the morning of my last infusion, I thought I might more likely end up in the emergency room than the office, and wasn’t even sure if I should go. But two minutes after praying for guidance, my doctor’s office called me and told me to come in, come in immediately. So I did, and by that evening I was a different person. I was hydrated, for one, but I also no longer felt like I was being mauled from the inside out. The flare completely stopped.
For the first time in over two years, I feel like I have a chance to slow these diseases’ progressions. And after seeing how my body can fight back after receiving an infusion containing the parts of my immune system I’ve never adequately been able to create on my own, I have hope that maybe I can be like everyone else who gets a bartonella infection, and just kill it off before it kills me. This can really only go one of two ways.
If I can continue getting IVIG reliably, then maybe several months from now my new-and-improved immune system (thanks to literally thousands, upon thousands, upon thousands of donors) can finally overthrow this bartonella (and the other, less-rapidly-progressive bugs), and I’ll never have to worry about it again. That’d be nice… Really nice. But if not, I know this is still my path. I regret nothing.
♥ a rainbow at night