Week 15
Miserable, horrible, no good, very bad, week.  Felt awful, looked worse.  Hair is in such bad shape that I am ashamed to go to meetings at work and just want to stay at my desk all day.  My house is dirty and I can't get it clean enough.  Had to hire housekeeper.  Lee is doing all he can, but there is just too much. 
Week 16
Mom is here.  What a blessing.  She has cleaned by refrigerator, all my cupboards, cooked for Lee and I, done laundry and ironing.  And the big blessing--she got things together to get me to the hairdresser and get me a new, very short, haircut.  Now, my gray isn't so noticable because I have a little fluff.  I feel like a new woman.

At work I had to be reassigned to a less stressful job.  Turns out to be one I really want.  It allows me to be creative without any physical exertion. 

I was really sick on the weekend, but today is Tuesday and both yesterday and today I have felt really well. 

Since I can't drive, Lee has to take me everywhere.  On Monday, he had to work late.  I was feeling good so I told him not to worry about me (he was going to leave work, take me home and then go back to work).  I have a bus pass furnished by my office since we carpool.  I rode the bus home.  It only took 1/2 hour.  Not bad.  Then I had to walk from 15th Ave to 21st Ave.  I was beat, but I did it.

Lee and I have made a pact--if I don't feel like doing something, I tell him and he does it for me.  If I do feel like doing something, he lets me.  That is a hard thing for both of us.  I don't want to give up my independence any more than I already have, and he wants to dote over me.
Week 17
Week 18
Week 19
I actually had two pretty good weeks.  I didn't not miss any work.  My brain has been working at about 75%.  I have not walk hunched over.  I have had less pain.  Lee and I were able to go to Church Sunday.  That always makes me feel better.

Here is the really good news.

When I went to the doctor on the 18th, he told me that he thinks the reason I am feeling so well is because we have killed the virus.  I am no longer fighting the virus and the medication.  I am only fighting the medication.  He indicated there is a possibility that I could stop the treatment at 24 weeks rather than the full 48.  He wants me to stay on the treatment as long as possible.  I am going to try and stick it out.
Today is Friday, February 21, 2003.  I am feeling fine.  Got my shot, have cute hair, housecleaner comes today, class assignments all completed.  Life is good.
The End
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