Trial Medcine Frexalimab

Adventures in Medical Trials and Movie Date

This week brought a touch of adventure and a sprinkle of excitement. On Friday, I ventured to the MS Center in Manhattan for a series of tests to determine if I qualify for a new drug trial. This trial is for a promising medication called Frexalimab. Over the next six months, I’ll be visiting the hospital once a month for an infusion. Whether I receive the actual medication or a placebo will remain a mystery, but if I’m fortunate enough to be included, it could lead to a four-year commitment to the study.

I’ve never been part of a test trial before, so you can imagine my excitement. Being part of something that might help other MS warriors is exhilarating. Frexalimab was designed for relapsing MS and has shown great results in slowing down the progress of this uninvited disease. Researchers hope it can do the same for secondary progressive MS.

My Friday was packed with a slew of tests—blood work, urine samples, a physical exam, ECG, mental health evaluations, and an MRI with and without contrast. They really wanted to know me inside and out. They asked if I was suicidal or depressed. The questions seemed silly to me because I love my life and everything in it. They also wanted to know every single medication I was on. The list was about nine items long, including my holistic consumption of marijuana. Just for the record, I don’t smoke it recreationally; I use it to calm myself and help me sleep. By the end of our six-hour visit, my wife and I were running on fumes, with our social batteries depleted to 10%. We didn’t talk to each other all the way home, but that didn’t stop other people from talking to us. I didn’t engage politely.

How do I feel about this journey? Well, let me start by saying that my current treatment, Ocrevus, hasn’t been the beacon of hope I envisioned. Limited to only two medications due to being JCV positive, this trial could be a game-changer for those of us with secondary progressive multiple sclerosis. I’ve been on the “O-juice” since 2022, and my symptoms continue to worsen. So, I’m more than willing to be a guinea pig for the greater good of the MS community. The risks? Blood clots and potential death, but I refuse to let fear dictate my life.

Date Night and Final Thoughts

On a lighter note, my wife and I enjoyed a delightful “date night” on Saturday afternoon. I usually get anxious and stressed about going out. I worry about the temperature because I can’t tolerate the heat. That’s an MS symptom I wish I didn’t have because I love to be energized by the sun. Now a days get renders me useless if I am out for too long. I also get anxious about going to new places, wondering what obstacles I’ll encounter. If I’m going somewhere new, I get stressed. When my stress kicks in, my legs become spaghetti, and I forget how to walk. But then I remember I have my electronic wheelchair with me. This makes getting around a breeze for me and I have the freedom to get around.

I love going out with my wife when it’s just the two of us. So, we went to watch “Bad Boys” at the AMC theater. Now that I use a wheelchair, I get to sit all the way in the back with all the others. The back of the theater has always been the best seat in the house. It was an exciting outing, especially because I got to show off my new wheelchair. The compliments it garnered made us feel our purchase was indeed a great one. My wife and I felt a bit out of touch with modern conveniences at the theater when we ordered our drinks and snacks through a kiosk instead of a human. I’m not complaining about the change, but I do prefer human interaction. Navigating the kiosk felt like using the self-checkout at the grocery store—we weren’t quite ready for it! I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was getting old and that the world is changing so fast. But by the end of the afternoon, I only crashed into the wall once, which is progress! I usually average double that on a good day.

I always say that when people see me cruising in my wheelchair, they react in one of three ways:

• They smile at me and look for ways to help.
• They stare, checking out my cool wheels.
• Or they see me walking with my hiking poles and can’t quite GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!

I’ll leave you with this thought: I often face hard days and nights, plagued by numerous health issues. But rather than being perpetually angry or frustrated, I wake up each day ready to see what new challenge wants to tango with me. I’m determined not to let MS ruin my day. Complaining is exhausting, and I choose to save my energy for better things. My complaints are often silent, with my beautiful wife being the only one who hears them. She would probably say I don’t complain much, and for that, I’m grateful.