Almost normal...

That is how I have been feeling. And I can hardly believe it!

The downward adjustment of the AC dose has been a bliss! No nausea, no vomits, no pain in the eyes or the joints... I have been low on energy, but not depleted. I have gotten out of bed every morning, and moved onto the couch in my office, working a good half day. I am eating reasonably well, have no fever, no strange and unusual bleedings... Nothing!

I think that the fact that I am not on steroids and antihistamines every week is making a huge difference. My restless leg syndrome has vanished almost completely, and I am sleeping as usual, without having to take pills. That, in turn, makes me less dizzy and disoriented, and allows me to wake up at a decent hour, not noon.

Memory plays games with our minds. Two weeks ago, I felt so weak and exhausted of the constant pain, illness, and never-ending waves of nausea that I was ceasing to believe that this would be over some day. During the last days, I have found it impossible to relate to those distant (yet so very recent) feelings of powerlessness, despair and utter absence of hope.

We are resilient fighters.

Today I came to realize that sooner rather than later, this chapter will be over. And I will be strong enough to enjoy the little and the big things of life.

I will come back to my spiritual homeland, and sit on the bench in the garden overseeing Clifton, below Lion's Head, enjoying the company of our dear friends. I will walk the Louvre and the ille de St Louise. I will have a picnic in Central Park. I will play with the doggies in the sun, and teach my left arm to swim again. I will wear dresses and be my sexy self. And I will spend time laughing and enjoying the possibility of seeing all of you again.

It will happen. In less than a handful of months, this will be over.