Well, I started on my second round of drug therapy Wednesday (three rounds per month) and 40 MG
Dexamethasone this morning which continues to be shall we say, interesting. In case you might be curious about
immunomodulatory cancer drugs, here is a link to a superb description of how
Revlimid works.
http://www.multiplemyeloma.org/treatments/3.08.02.phpThis web site is sponsored by one of the supreme Multiple
Myeloma research oriented charity groups and you will notice the low dose
Dexamethasone regimen was initiated by researchers at Mayo Clinic, one of the
superlative Multiple
Myeloma treatment centers. But then I am somewhat biased.
Very often, people will ask me how I am feeling. I notice old (and I mean really old, not just old like me) people will ask each other that. I suppose it is still new to me and I don't always know how to respond and am usually pretty much not willing to discuss it. But I have noticed people in their eighties seem to be appreciative of the inquiry. It's almost as if they amaze themselves that they are still around and more or less
appreciate the interest. An appreciation that grows out of many lonely hours and an opportunity to tell their story and share the misery with someone who can genuinely empathize and respond in kind and they will. That's what it is all about, trading up and staying even. After all, no one wants to lurch out ahead in the aging race. You have to have some way to
gauge your progress in relation to your peers. So you look forward to that question about how you're feeling.
When you are my age, you just want to keep up the status
quo as much as possible - the aging thing is only beginning to sink in so you want to keep pushing it out there all you can while you still can because somehow, you know the day is coming because you have had a few of those days already.
Miniature wake up calls. Maybe not anything too serious but still something that tells you it's coming. So you just blow it off and pretty much tell people everything is okay in sort of an off
handedly semi-offensive sort of way. Not with an air of appreciation at all. But it is coming if you hang around long enough - the
appreciativeness.
I usually discuss how I feel with my doctors in great detail. Even they get that
glassy eyed stare on occasion. Most people don't really want to hear about how you feel in great depth except to have the opportunity to bleed back on you in turn. Most folks want the
AFLAC duck treatment - short and sweet. Yep, I'm
doin' all right. Just fine, thanks. Pretty good. Not so bad (now that is a real good Minnesota response). Not so bad. Could be worse. Fair to
middlin'. Fine as frog hair split four ways with a dull knife by a one armed, one eyed nervous person.
One thing I have noticed after being on Rev/Dex for a short time is that the bone pane I was having intermittently almost all the time has come to a
screeching halt. I am hoping that is a good indicator since my doctor at Mayo seemed to think it was an early indication of progression none of the tests reveal. That may be the result of the anti-
inflammatory effects of the
Revlimid and
Dexamethasone.
You might be interested in how
Dexamethasone feels though so I'll fill you in a bit since I am obviously in a gabby mood (another attribute of
Dexamethasone). It may not seem like much of a big deal that Mayo Clinic came up with a low dose
regimen. Low dose is 40 MG once a week. Standard dose is 40 MG a day for four days every seven days. That comes up to 160 MG per week. Believe me when I tell you, 40 MG produces a significant effect. 160 MG produces a train wreck by comparison. It is almost
unbearable.
Dexamethasone revs you up on the up beat then drops you in a deep dark hole on the down stroke. The up side is higher and more sustained with standard dose and the down side borders on depression.
The
revving up you get from
Dexamethazone is a lot like a
Caffeine high but without the nervousness. You experience the wonderful sense of intensity that allows you to pour over a book or analyse a situation with undying
fervor which later on seems to be somewhat misplaced. You find yourself talking
incessantly if someone is unfortunate enough to accidentally lock horns with you in a conversation.
After the rev starts winding down, just the opposite happens. No talking please. No questions, no nothing any more than is absolutely necessary. There is the temporary weight gain due to water retention and all the salt in the food you can't seem to get away from. There is the intestinal
gassss and bloating, constipation, sleeplessness, danger of blood clots, increased heart rate, increased appetite, reduction of
inflammation, blood sugar problems, fun, fun, fun, 'till daddy takes the t-bird away.
Then, if you are lucky and get to be on the low dose
regimen, all that has about four days to disappear completely until you start all over again. This is the price I gladly pay for a chance at knocking my disease back a few years. So, in case you might have been curious how it feels, that is a partial description. There are
nuances I am sure I have overlooked but that is pretty much it in a nut shell.
Thanks for stopping by!