In 31 days, I start my HSC T treatment. In 29 days, I get on an airplane to fly to Mexico.
31 days of this life where I haven’t yet had treatment. 31 more days where I live in my body the way it is now with no interference. After I start, it is a one-way trip. It is the beginning of a year or more of breaking down and rebuilding. A year or more of complete unknowns. So, for now, life is familiar. For now I have my hair. For now I have the energy and strength and mobility I am familiar with, even if it is a daily struggle.
Because it is so close, I feel like every day should be full of getting things done and preparing. Instead, today I made yogurt, did laundry, and spent time with my family. I double checked the list I have been making to make sure it had not run away.
One reminder of why I want to do this has been watching my friends, family, and neighbors play in this beautiful winter snow that has held on around our Hill for the last week. I’ve not been able to step outside even once because I don’t have the balance or strength to navigate even stepping outside the house. There is no guarantee that this treatment will help my body reverse time, but there is a chance. And, if the treatment can stop progression, then I may be able to rebuild my strength and new neural pathways without fighting against the ever moving forward progression. Physical therapy may actually help me improve instead of just hold stasis, treading water.