Things Not To Say to Someone Who Just Completed Hepatitis C Treatment

Now What?

Now What?

  • You were in treatment?  I just thought you were aging badly.
  • Now make sure you don’t get it again (my personal favorite)
  • How do you celebrate without alcohol?
  • How can you be sure you are cured? I’ve heard it comes back.
  • I heard of a guy that went two years then his liver blew up.
  • Some guy finished treatment then killed himself.
  • Can you talk to my husband?  He won’t quit drinking and drugging.
  • I saw a website that says St John’s Wort works better.
  • Want to volunteer at the hospice?
  • Too bad you have to give up your handicap placard.
  • Glad you finished.  Maybe you won’t be such a moody A Hole now.
  • You should have waited for newer treatments.  They are better.
  • Now, shut up about your symptoms.
  • Good, now get off your butt and do something.
  • Now what?
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And Now For Something Completely Predictable: Law Suits with Hepatitis C Treatments

Hepatitis C Research:  This  trend to law suits was completely predictable, but right?  I think not.  In the words of a friend of mine “Fuck me, what do I know?”

Artwork:  Lapland Hand

I don’t know the answers, so I raise my hand to ask

Hepatitis C patients want to sue drug companies post  research treatment, claiming permanent emotional and mental damage. How do they know which came first? 

  Here is one site I found while looking into the topic, www.lloydwright.org    At the end you will note an absence of comment from me. I don’t know why I am lacking compassion. Am I a patient?  Am I a scientist?   

http://lloydwright.org/messages/content/i-was-better-hepatitis-c  I was better off with the Hepatitis C!

Name:

Mariel

Your Question for Lloyd

I was wondering how I get involved in the class action against interferon. While taking the drug, I dropped down to 79 lbs, and now have Gastroparesis and Crohns disease as a result.

The interferon paralyzed my stomach, and I am considering having a pacemaker put in because I am constantly vomitting and nausea us, and dropping dramatic weight. I am on disability because of this, and its caused me immense mental distress, as well as my daughters.

Please tell me what I need to do to get involved. I can not work and there for am unable to provide the life I wanted. I was better off with the hepatitis C! 🙂

I have just finished taking Interferon and Ribavirin for Hep C

I have just finished taking Interferon and Ribavirin for Hep C. I took it for 6 months and was cured of HEP C; however, no my liver and kidneys are suffering. Two months ago I had a perfect liver besides some fat. Now, I have Cirrhosis spots and the dr. said it has acquired 2 YEARS of damage in 30 days.
I was wondering if there was any lawsuit I could join or any other programs? I now am facing cancer most likely and have 4 children and nothing to leave behind to help them.
Thanks you. -Jim Thomas

Long Term Sides that ruined my life after hep c treatment

i WANT TO SUE FOR PAIN AND SUFFERING!!!!!

Can you help direct me?  “They never told me that I would be disabled permenantly when I treated in 2006,  My nervous system is a mess.  I have severe panic attacks, depression, eyesight is really bad, still ache all over, agoraphobia.   This has brought me down from being a productive & employed ‘to being below poverty level (cause I’m unstable i cannot hold a job for long) and I have been on the brinks of homelessness for the passed months;  I’ve been suffering since 2006.

This treatment ruined my life!

Sent: Thursday, November 10, 2011 3:55 PM To: LloydWright Subject: [Contact Lloyd] Severe disability resulting from Interferon + Ribavirin treatment in 2003. I was never warned and I’m seeking legal advice and/or recourse
_Smith sent a message using the contact form at  http://lloydwright.org/messages/contact.
post Interferon nightmare

In September 2008 I started Peg Interferon. I stopped after 6 months. Here is my story:
My name is Nick I am a now 30 year old father of an almost three year old little girl named _____. ( D.O.B.: ) and husband of a 32 year old wife named _____  (D.O.B.: ) I was 27 going on 28 years old when I found out I got the Hep. C Virus. About 6 months to a year before that I was giving plasma every 6 months until finally the next time I went in to give it I found out that recently I caught the Hep. C virus.

phase II clinical trial SOC and Boceprevir – Join the Suit

Lloyd Wright, An email friend referred your site. I am currently in a federal law suit for permanent injury sustained from my participation in a clinical trial of PegIntron / Rebetol / Boceprevir. I suffer multi-system sarcoidosis with occular, renal and pulmonary involvement caused by PegIntron and Rebetol treatment.

Lee Prokaska The Hamilton Spectator Canada (Jun 3, 2010)

It is virtually impossible to put an accurate and true dollar value on a loved one lost.

But when a mechanism is set up to try to do that, when responsibility is accepted by government, it is unacceptable for families to lose yet again by failing to receive the full compensation they deserve.

Group to sue over hepatitis C

People with hepatitis C have formed a group to sue the government and drugmakers for damages over their infection during mass vaccinations even though they have no clear evidence, such as medical charts.

  www.heplikeme.com

Ungrateful Bastard that I am…Hepatitis C

You Bastard, you killed Kenny

Hepatitis C treatment ended five weeks ago.  All is going well (~ nothing is wrong).  Went to Costa Rica with grand kids, hiked (slowly) up mountain sides.  Thank you Symbicort and red blood cells.  Now home.  I want to lay in guest bedroom (my sick room), watch recorded TV shows and eat sugar.  What’s up with that?  Fighting some mental and physical depression.  Back up.  Not necessarily so…anytime things are caddy wampass I frighten myself with the depression (DEBression) stick.  Kinda like a boogie man under the bed.

Ungrateful bastard that I am, I want to just “be okay”.  WTF does that mean?  Everyone who is “okay” raise your something.  Last time I re-uped for life post-treatment, I slowly weeded the front garden to demonstrate focus and progress to myself.  It took a week.  Currently it is 108 F heat index…so the hell with that.  I go to bed and get up the same time everyday.  Learning how to fall asleep naturally.  Not true…trying to learn how to fall asleep.  I’ve always had some distressing insomnia.  Maybe that contributed to my drinking a quarter century ago.  Maybe not. Currently I’m on two non sedating antidepressants and one sedating, slowly weaning off.  I can hear AA people judging.  Ta hell with ’em. Note to self:   What other people think of me is of no consequence.

You’d think I’d be more sensitive to the term bastard.  I’m not.  One thing I’m clear about, being born out-of-wedlock is not my burden.  Not sure I knew that 30-40 years ago.  And views change.

“Now more than half of all births to American women under 30 are born out of wedlock, and the trend in marriage-less birth is becoming an accepted reality of American life.” Don’t you love marriage-less over out of wedlock?  I wonder which group with an axe to grind is funding this.

“According to an analysis of government data, conducted by the research group Child Trends and reported by The New York Times, the last 20 years have seen illegitimacy among white women in their 20s with some college — but not a full four-year degree — rise more quickly than in other groups.”  …gotta love the internet.

Ah, yet another chapter in “Me-Me-Me”  My favorite subject, I am afraid.  Better keep dancing with the psychiatrist a bit longer. 

http://www.mysymbicort.com/

“You bastard, you killed Kenny”http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=1A6f3jHTC-Y

http://articles.businessinsider.com/2012-02-21/home/31081751_1_illegitimacy-black-children-unmarried-women

Snoop Dog, Come On Down!

Don't forget to spay and neuter your petsBeing in bed 24/7 without the ability to lift your head will cause your brain to accept the unacceptable…Reality TV Shows.  I began to watch them as though watching a poorly rehearsed train wreck.  In horror, I couldn’t look away.  At first it was a Project Runway  seven-hour marathon which I slobbered and dozed through.  Then Yard Crashers/Bath Crashers/House Crashers/Income Property/Dear Genevieve/Run My Renovation (RMR).  I even submitted to RMR on line…But they don’t really send out cute Joni.  In fact they don’t do anything and that is good.  I can’t imagine a reality show at my house with me on hepatitis c treatment. ” Hello, pretend the camera’s not in your face and tell us how happy you are with your new environment friendly parrot poop kitchen.  The newspaper floor’s recyclable”.

Going through hepatitis c treatment is sort of like going through labor.  There would be zero population growth if women could remember the first one.  I have one child.  She was born full breech.  I remember.  So why go through a second round of hep c treatment?  Fear of the pain of a cirrhotic death.  Again pain avoidance.  I can’t believe I used the old “going through labor”  analogy.  I hate it when women do that.  I won’t even have lunch with those women.  Shut the Fuck Up!

I had lofty dreams for this down time: learn Spanish, keep a diary, write a book, plan a big trip, read a couple of classics, walk every day, meditate.  What was I thinking?  That I was just gonna have a fractured spine?  I’ve had that and got back on the horse, no shit.

DIY: I couldn’t do shit but got it in my head that my bedroom needed french doors, the living room color was too dark (Osso Buco) and the dining area needed a skylight.  I hated the bed sconces, was sick of the plaster patch on the ceiling and the thumping ceiling fan.  All must be fixed right now (I know, redundant).  Even in the best of health, I cannot do anything myself. My dad told me years ago, when I was trying to help him remodel my house “Good thing you went to school”  Truer words were never spoken.   Poor Spanky tried to explain the error of my crazy thinking process without me going straight to sobbing.  I have no  explanation for the sobbing.  Except to say that my every emotion could and would leap tall logic in a single bound.

Cooking shows:  I watched them and it looked so easy.  Giada, Ina, Nadia G’s Bitchin’ Kitchen (my favorite because it is a comedy too), Top Chef, Chef Roble, Chopped, Chopped Champions.  I couldn’t watch Iron Chef, too many moving parts.  Why would I watch cooking shows when I couldn’t stand the taste or smell of food? I don’t know.  I dropped 20 pounds and never moved.  Basal metabolic rate.

I couldn’t watch my favorite game show,  Jeopardy.  I felt like I stroked and couldn’t find my answers.   Couldn’t watch  The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.  It required knowledge of current events to get the jokes.    Couldn’t watch movies with a story line.  The Marx brothers were good but again too many moving parts.  I found myself watching Ice Loves Coco with Ice T (my personal bottom)  and The Price Is Right with Drew Carey. I shit you not.   Drew Effing Carey!  Snoop Dog was on for his charity.  That man knew the price of everything from Zesta saltines to a Harley.  He won $75K for an old lady.  I think she shit herself on stage.

How did I get from “I don’t watch TV” to “The Price is Right”?

Yep, Snoop Dog on Price is Right. I thought it was the drugs

How did Drew Carey get from here to The Price Is Right???

 

 

 

 

 

I couldn’t read, the books were too heavy and my concentration too light.  During the second treatment I listened to books on tape.  The important issue was the sound of the reader’s voice.

At the kids section of the library I got books  on how to draw.  I sat in bed and drew dinosaurs, flying squirrels and bunny rabbits.  I drew the two trees in the pasture through our three seasons.  Then with the drought last year, I drew them dead.   My art work was terrible,  but that wasn’t the point. Since my analytical brain was pithed, I went to my dormant-since-five-year-old creative brain. I now have a closet full of art stuff/supplies and I like it. I never show my stuff to anyone but Spanky.  He never judges.  He calls me an artist. It makes me squirm. I hung one painting on the wall (on a push-pin) but not where folks would notice.  I still listen to books on tape a lot.  Still can’t sleep.

Don’t forget to spay and neuter your pets Bob Barker.  BTW, turns out Drew Carey has a blog.  Don’t we all?

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ice_Loves_Coco

http://bitchinlifestyle.tv/

http://www.drewfromtv.blogspot.com/

In The Waiting Room With The Losers: They Don’t Look Like Losers, Do We?

Tuesday Girl

When in a clinical trial for hepatitis C, there is no place to hide in the waiting room.  We are all there with our livers and our coolers full of injectable poisons.  You can tell what trial each person is in by the cooler they carry.  And watching the progress of a person, you can evaluate the side effect profile of the drugs.  Sort of. Do they bother combing hair? Coloring lips? Putting on lace up shoes?   Is that insider trading?  No, studies are blinded.  But we are not.  Clinicians would learn a lot observing us before we go on stage with the white coats.

I’m a Tuesday girl, I come on Tuesdays.  I recognize the Tuesday people.

You can clearly see the transplant candidates.  They look like Cecil without a smile.  A  yellow-green snot color with a gaunt face and an ascitic belly.  The post transplants look less yellow but more waxy, and kinda more dead.   High doses of steroids and immunosuppressives  will do that.  I look around thinking “These are not my people”  but they are.  If I look beyond the medical realities, they show up in a shirt and tie, uniform, sweat suit. But they don’t look like, I don’t know, losers.

I want so badly to change the TV to CNBC or CNN. But I am too short to change channels and everyone is staring at Good Day Houston.  I want to scream.  I breathe in and try to focus on questions I have and remember to request a copy of my lab work.  Don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget (Brain Fog).

I am sitting where I can’t see the TV, and listening to a book on my phone.  But then I watch everyone watch Good Day Houston and try to guess their faces.  Ugh, the only thing worse than a national daytime talk show is a local daytime talk show.  I remember Girl Talk with Virginia Graham out of Cincinnati when I was a kid home ill. I’ d never seen anyone so made up in my life.  And at 9 AM.  She had her hair combed into cotton candy, and four shades of lip color.  I don’t know about her feet.  She motioned for guests to join her at the coffee table.  Her jewelry jingled but her hair never moved. .  She was not my people.

Virginia Graham (the early 60s) way before The View…
Woah!  I Googled Girl Talk and got something completely different.

I Pooped Today, Things to Track with Hepatitis C Treatment

“I Pooped Today”  Important information to track while on Hepatitis C treatment

If you choose to participate in a drug study while being treated for Hepatitis C, be prepared to keep a diary.  Most of these examples are from round one.  You know what they say about experience:  There are those that got it and those that are going to get it.  I’ve been both.  During round two, I knew a lot of holes were out there and walked around them.  Or paved them in advanced.  I did find new ones.

Dear Diary:

How many bowel movements have you had since your last visit? What color is it? I think this is a test to see if I am fixated on poop.  BTW Your family doesn’t want to know about your poop even if they pretend to.  Most people on treatment have frequent stools but not me.  See, don’t you wish you didn’t know?

Get comfortable discussing your bodily functions with everyone in a white coat. You haven’t had dignity for a while. How dark is your urine? I don’t know, it’s diluted when it hits the toilet bowl. Does it smell? I really want to make a nose joke here.

How’s your eating? Food smells and tastes like pennies and my stomach burns. Have you tried not eating spicy foods? I am only eating buttered noodles and Little Debbie Oatmeal Cakes.  Oh.

Brain fog “Loss of ability to concentrate. Memory loss”   How has your memory been?Huh?    Non-participative.  Try to write everything down in one place.  I can’t seem to find my notebook, so I start another. Kinda makes it worse.Try to hold a job let alone a career with that side effect.

Did I take my medicine? When did I take my medicine? Did I take it in lemon duck? Did I take it with a eunuch?  Did I take it on my death-bed?  Did it make me see a dragon’s head?  Write it all down, you won’t remember.  (ref Brain Fog)

Try to get as much sleep as you can. Brilliant. Now I lay me down to sleep, to lie awake with Lil Bo Peep.  Okay, a bit too much rhyming.  But today my brain wants to rhyme. 

Avoid undue excitement. You mean like my brain running The Fifth Element  Flossing Paradise 24/7? We can prescribe sleep medications. Why didn’t you tell me that 6 months ago?

We recommend aerobic exercise 15-20 minutes/day. Are you shitting me? Do I keep track if you are shitting me?

How many times did you have a blinding H/A this week? How many not so blinding?  Let me see, I cry a couple of times a day.  Crying results in a blinding headache.  So I hold in the crying.  The result, “not blinding” headache.  I’m not sure if I am crying on the inside or outside.

Rashes and skin changes. Is that because of medications or just old spots?  What about the ones that are 3-D?

My skin itches. Take an antihistamine. I did. Take Benadryl 50 mg. Spit will fall out of my mouth if I have any secretions Can I see a dermatologist about this?  Sure but it will be weeks before we can get you in.  WTF is a dermatologist so busy doing?

How has your mental health been since your last visit? Can you draw a line on this form to show the change? I can’t give you any more instructions, even if you don’t understand this (silly) form.  The -Y axis is not long enough to document  the rate of my decline.

Do you think we should put you on antidepressants? I don’t know who I am much less what I need. Have you had suicidal or homicidal thoughts? I can’t remember. With or without headaches?

It is Tuesday, time for my weekly injection. Just when I was feeling up line dancing in a circle (props go Dos XX commercial). Where was your injection site last week? In my forehead with a silver bullet.

Because my Hemoglobin (HgB) is so low, I can’t walk  from the parking structure to my work appointments. Can I get a Handicap Placard? No one has ever asked for one before. So can I get one? Bring us the form. The Dr. will have to sign it.

License branch information booth: Do I have to stand in the long line with the masses? If I could stand that long I wouldn’t need a Handicap placard. Then bring someone to stand in line for you. Next

Adverse Events in Treatment: If it’s you, it’s minor. If it’s me, it’s major

Adverse Events and Reactions

There are conflicting definitions here because there are conflicting definitions in science and medicine.

A Side Effect (SE) is when a drug does something besides what you are treating. Rogaine was initially a drug for hypertension that had a side effect (SE) causing hair to grow on your head.  It was predictable.  Talk about a marketing turn-around. That  pharmaceutical guy is probably still hailed as a hero. What? Me judge? 

Minoxidil is an antihypertensive vasodilator medication which also slows or stops hair loss and promotes hair regrowth.

Ooh ah, chemistry structure. 

Why is it that I can understand how this crosses the epidermis but I cannot understand how house plans will look as a house?

An Adverse Drug Event (ADE) is something that is dose independent and causes harm.  Wow, the definitions are wide open.

I went to the Veterans Administration (VA) website:   No clear definition  from their panel of experts

I went to the NIH:  The National Institutes of Health (NIH) Blah Blah Blah ”  WTF? I stopped there.  These people had no intention of helping me get  a clear definition. 

 Wikipedia, that bastion of scientific rigor says:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adverse_drug_reactions

An adverse drug reaction (abbreviated ADR) is an expression that describes harm associated with the use of given medications at a normal dosage during normal use. ADRs may occur following a single dose or prolonged administration of a drug or result from the combination of two or more drugs. The meaning of this expression differs from the meaning of “side effect“, as this last expression might also imply that the effects can be beneficial.[1] The study of ADRs is the concern of the field known as pharmacovigilanceNo shit.  Just what we need, splitting more ill-defined hairs.

An adverse drug event (abbreviated ADE) refers to any injury caused by the drug (at normal dosage and/or due to overdose) and any harm associated with the use of drug (e.g. discontinuation of drug therapy).[2] ADRs are a special type of ADEs.

  • Type A: Augmented pharmacologic effects – dose dependent and predictable
    • Intolerance: Severe decrease in red blood cells (RBCs) with ribavirin.  Decrease dose of ribavirin.
    • Side Effects. Immobilizing depression .  Anti-depression agents can help.

     My question to you and your doctor is “Why not start antidepressants in advance of hepatitis C therapy?”  I did the 2nd time around and I wasn’t on another planet every day.  Only sometimes.

  • Type B: Bizarre effects (or idiosyncratic) – dose independent and unpredictable.

Congratulations!  You are 1 in 100,000 whose teeth fall out.  It is a rare occurrence, 1 in 100,000.  But if you are the one, it is 1 in 1 (100%).  I apologize, I do not remember where I got this mask rendering.  Please don’t sue me.

  • Type C: Chronic effects: You keep taking that boy ,and you will go blind.
  • Type D: Delayed effects:  We didn’t realize that three weeks into treatment your butt hole would fail to shut.  Awkward!
  • Type E: End-of-treatment effects: Seriously, , Ribavirin stays in red blood cells (RBCs) for 6 months after treatment causing teratogenic effects (birth defects)  in non mammals.  Even if only the sire is taking the drug.
  • Type F: Failure of therapy The operation was a success but the patient died.
  • Type G: Genetic reactions OOPs,  you went deaf because you don’t have the enzyme to pee out that drug. Are your parents from Lapland?

My two favorite terms are Bizarre and Idiosyncratic. Bizarre we recognize. Sort of. Idiosyncratic means we have no effing clue. Idiosyncratic is more palatable than ” no effing clue”. 

The Food and Drug Administration (FDA to their friends) says An ADR should not be labeled as ‘certain’ unless the ADR abates with a challenge-dechallenge-rechallenge protocol (stopping and starting the drug). Now, I don’t know about you, but I am probably not going to volunteer to restart a drug that I had to stop because of  a bad experience.  At least not any more.

Both Interferon and Ribavirin warn about severe depression, suicide, homicide, and  crazy thinking.  I got the D and CT.  These are predictable SEs

  From the Interferon (Pegasys) package Insert

http://www.accessdata.fda.gov/drugsatfda_docs/label/2002/pegihof101602LB.htm#cont

BOXED WARNING 

 Alpha interferons, including PEGASYS, may cause or aggravate fatal or life-threatening neuropsychiatric, autoimmune, ischemic, and infectious disorders. Patients should be monitored closely with periodic clinical and laboratory evaluations. Patients with persistently severe or worsening signs or symptoms of these conditions should be withdrawn from therapy. In many, but not all cases, these disorders resolve after stopping PEGASYS therapy (see WARNINGS and ADVERSE REACTIONS).

Neuropsychiatric

Life-threatening neuropsychiatric reactions may manifest in patients receiving therapy with PEGASYS. Depression, suicidal ideation, and suicidal attempt may occur in patients with and without previous psychiatric illness.

PEGASYS should be used with extreme caution in patients who report a history of depression. Neuropsychiatric adverse events observed with alpha interferon treatment include relapse of drug addiction, drug overdose, aggressive behavior, psychoses, hallucinations, bipolar disorders and mania.   Almost all patients with hepatitis c have a history of depression.  It goes with the territory. 

ADVERSE REACTIONS

Nearly all patients in clinical trials experienced one or more adverse events. The most commonly reported adverse reactions were psychiatric reactions, including depression, irritability, anxiety, and flu-like symptoms such as fatigue, pyrexia, myalgia, headache and rigors. The most common reason for dose modification or withdrawal from studies was hematologic abnormalities.

Ribavirin  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ribavirin  It is more difficult to get a straight package insert regarding Ribavirin as there are multiple manufacturers.  Of note, Ribavirin has shown teratogenicity in non mammals.  You will have to sign many forms to document that you grasp this.

 I am not the suicide type.  As a kid, I stumbled on my mom trying to kill herself.  Pills, cut wrists, head in gaseous oven.  I would call an ambulance then my Aunt Sudie.   Aunt Sudie kept  my brother and me during hospital stays.  I packed our school stuff in a  cardboard box and waited for her.  We stayed there till Mom promised the psych doctors that she’s better and wouldn’t try suicide again.  Back then you would whisper “She’s had a nervous breakdown”.  You don’t hear that anymore.

It was weird at Aunt Sudie’s house.  It was quiet , clean and ran on a schedule.  They had ice cream all the time  and a freezer that kept it frozen.   My cousins  Gary and Randy would have to room together so my brother  and I could have a bed.  I put every effort into making sure Tim and I were no trouble. Little Orphan Annie has come to our house to stay.  To wash the cups and saucers up and brush the crumbs away…  J W Riley.  This thinking came from me.  Aunt Sudie didn’t expect me to work for my keep.

 When my period  started, Randy’s dog , Lady, shredded my Kotex all over the dining room floor and they saw it.   I died quietly.  At home no one shredded my Kotex stuff.   No matter how bad it is at home, there are some plusses.

Back then there was no Valium or Prozac.  Only Thorazine.  Which Mom used to for suicide attempts. See a pattern?    Mom later found an alternative.  She began drinking with my dad.  I became grown up on duty (GOD) when I was about eleven.