So after three years of treatment-plus the maybe five years of falling apart, I get a voice mail that says “Hi Deb, this is the message you’ve been waiting for. Still no detectable virus, so you’re cured. See you in 24 weeks”. Glad I go back in 24 weeks, so I can ween myself off of the Texas Medical Center. This follow-up lasts a couple of years. Now what? I don’t care. Today I am neither a patient nor a scientist.
I can do anything I want. I will start with a trip to India this week. No shit. BTW I tried to say this without the word shit, but it didn’t sound like me. Waylon and India. That’s all I got to say for now.
- New rapid and point of care hepatitis C tests could be global game changers (eurekalert.org)
- Abbott’s Hepatitis C Drugs Clear Virus in 99% of Patients (bloomberg.com)