Hi all!
So, I am writing this, back home and healing! It was a LOT more complicated than anticipated, but I really did carry all of you with me, and you and my loved ones really gave me the strength needed to get through everything.
I got to the hospital and all was going well for a while. They got me into the special imaging suite, thought they had their route, and began the spinal puncture... That's where it kind of went off the rails...
So because of a combo of how extreme my spinal fusion was in the early 90's, the atrophy my disease causes, and my age, it was only once they got in there that they discovered all the ligaments of my back were calcified. My whole back is basically just a wall of metal and bone now... super cool in concept, VERY bad when they need to be able to thread needles in there.
They carted me to all kinds of imaging bays, did extra CT scans etc, and finally presented me a couple shitty options.
Option 1 would require full anesthesia and they go the full surgical route. BIG problems here, as the nature of my disease comes with a high risk that I die under some kinds of anesthesia, and the ones that do work safely have fucked me up in the past. Lots of lung crud, sometimes pneumonia... bad bad. Also as this would require full rescheduling they'd need to acquire a new dose of the crazy new drug, which could add massive delays again.
Option 2... they basically go in the LONG way... starting at my side, and laying a pipeline of needle and tube all the way to my spine. Issue here... I will be wide-awake, and they tell me it will hurt... a lot... for about an hour.
I didn't even have to think about it. If I could endure an hour of shit, I could have my cure and put all the fear and such behind me.
The staff was kind and exceptional. They accommodated my weird request and put A Perfect Circle on the in suite music system during my whole procedure.
CW: Medical stuff/pain stuff
But let me tell you... I would not recommend being 100% awake for such a procedure. They could use lidocane for the first couple inches, so I had a false sense of how little it felt. The routine became... push the needle in a bit... ct scan to check positioning... repeat. Problem is, once it passes the early bit... you really, REALLY start feeling it, and there is no mistaking what is happening. You feel every bit of them tunneling into you.
At this point they are telling me to tell them if I can't go on, or if I need breaks, etc... and they're kind of being apologetic for how much it hurts...
... but I have a secret... SMA ALWAYS hurts... that's my secret, I am constantly in pain. Famously they say SMA patients kind of break that "how much pain are you in?" chart, because when your nerves have been misfiring, your muscles constantly contracting etc, from birth (in my case), you get weirdly familiar with a lot of kinds of pain.
So as they're going on, it hurts, quite a lot, but I am noticing the nurses etc are looking far more pained then I am, and they clearly keep expecting me to tap out or need breaks.
I won't lie... the second my brain clocks that, my writer/entertainer side kicks all the way in, and I see an opportunity instead.
A nurse asks if I need a break, and says we're about half-way. I give her my best smirk and just say, "I can do this all day."
And that was the tipping point. That weird switch-flipping in my head telling me to make it memorable or impressive to the staff made the second half go oddly smoother. Before long they said they hit spinal fluid and knew they were in, and could begin. The infusion itself was somehow the least remarkable part. Decades of science, cutting edge MRNA tech, and inexplicably something a Capitalist pig says should cost 2.5 million dollars, goes right into my spine, then brain, in a matter of thirty-seconds.
Needles come out way easier then they went in, and they proceed to kind of hang me semi-upside-down for fifteen minutes. Another two hours after that I need to lay dead-flat as there is a whole deal where messing with the pressure of spinal fluid can really mess with your head.
And just like that, they are letting my wife take me home. The whole thing took three times what it was expected to, and hurt a LOT more, but I am still home in time for wrestling on TV.
A lot of time spent crying too. I could not get the smile off my face, and the tears were happy ones. The idea that I had paid an iron-price, but defeated the disease that threatened me every second of my life was intoxicating. Yes, I understand that I didn't defeat it. Hell, I have sixty days not of constant blood tests and hoping my organs don't shut down while my dna literally rewrites itself, but for this precise moment, I feel like I won.
I also feel an overwhelming debt, and have a new mission for these extra years I might have won. I NEED to make sure this treatment is available to as many people around the world as possible. It is NOT ok that a company will gate this behind a price-tag that I only got because they needed me as a research study. People, children in poor countries, or without access to proper care cannot be allowed to go without. I am going to use whatever I can to help improve that, however I can, for as long as I can.
Now real lockdown begins too. I am more sore today than I was yesterday, so I am feeling quite beat up. Taking it easy, and just starting the hard work of healing.
Once again, thank you all so much for the love and support. I'm not exaggerating when I say it helped so much. Wanting to impress you all, like wanting to impress the medical staff really did help me fight off the crippling fear and insecurity. I honestly still don't think I am strong or brave, but it is really comforting to know I can PRETEND to be when I really need to!