Spinning

The past couple weeks have been challenging. Real life, non-medical stuff, has been stressful, and I have been feeling an underlying "something's not right" feeling that I've tried to ignore, but haven't been able to shake.

I get routine lab work drawn last week, and they come back with a white blood cell count of 1.8, which roughly translates to "you're a magnet for infections and now have no ability to fight them...Get a neupogen shot NOW." 


Neupogen is a shot I've been given a few times for low WBC count. It stimulates bone marrow to quickly produce more white blood cells to raise dangerously low counts up very quickly. For me, this causes intense bone pain for about 2 days following the injection, the kind of pain that Percocet, switching positions, laying down, massage or heat/cold can't do anything to subside. 

I embrace the shot, despite the pending pain, understanding its necessity. I receive the shot on Wednesday, less than 24 hours before boarding a plane for a six hour flight with my kids to visit my father. 

Ugh. Relatively intolerable pain, inability to take recommended pain meds, cramped space on a plane, and an anxious six-year-old with a monitor that doesn't work. It is a very trying day, and I am so grateful when the bone pain diminishes earlier than I expect on Friday morning instead of Friday afternoon.

Feeling a little elated, I check my email and discover an email from my nurse...cold sweat on a sunny California vacation day...she lets me know that my recent labs reveal that I have been diagnosed with another lifelong virus...CMV.

CMV? Huh? I look it up. 50-80% of adults have it, almost all are asymptomatic, most people don't know they've got it, blah, blah, blah....but can be dangerous to people with compromised immune systems. One site refers to CMV as the single most important infection for transplant patients. Another touts:

CMV is an immunomodulatory virus, and its effects on the host include enhanced susceptibility to opportunistic infections and, probably, chronic allograft dysfunction. Another indirect effect is acute and/or chronic allograft injury and dysfunction

I am disappointed, to say the least. More accurately, I am scared and anxious and overwhelmed and angry about the future, the unknown. I feel my paranoia about medical outcomes becoming a way of life, not a temporary detour on my road to liberation.

I can't find much on treatment. I check support groups and understand that transplant patients with CMV feel

• Fatigued...check
• Gastrointestinal issues...check
• Muscle Aches...check
• Fever/night sweats...check

This is all the stuff I've been pushing through. None of it stops me in my tracks, it has been draining on me for a couple weeks. I haven't exercised, I haven't eaten consistently, I haven't felt badly enough to give in, but haven't felt good enough to do anything more than I've had to.

I'll have to wait to talk to my nurse and my doctor. Without their input, I'm spinning my wheels trying to solve a mystery without any clues, like I'm Velma stuck in a Scooby Doo episode that never gets past the first commercial, before Daphne trips over the obvious clue and before Scooby sniffs out the Scooby Snacks. I really want to fast forward to the end where Fred and his ascot reveal everything.