New Drug…who this?!?!

It’s been quite some time since my last post, and I’ve been waiting until I had some good news to share. The past few weeks have been incredibly interesting, and I finally have something uplifting to talk about. This month, I received my infusion with the new drug Frexalimab. It’s a remarkable improvement compared to Ocrevus. The “O Juice” infusion is nearly an 8-hour affair, leaving me feeling sleepy and weaker than when I arrived in the morning. In contrast, the Frexalimab infusion takes only about an hour, followed by just one hour of observation. No need for pre-meds like Benadryl and steroids, which is such a relief! I feel so grateful for this change. The quicker process means less time spent at the hospital and more time feeling like myself. The new drug didn’t leave me feeling weak or tired.

There was a lot of blood that had to be drawn at the beginning before the infusion and then again right after it was done. Despite this, from the moment I arrived at the hospital, I was treated like a VIP patient. Everyone from the doctor to the research team and the nurse made sure I was comfortable and felt at home.

I’m so happy and grateful to have such a wonderful team of supporters. Although my wife didn’t come with me this time, and I felt a bit anxious without her, everyone’s kindness helped put me at ease. My wife is my number one supporter, and has always been there for me during my infusions, helping me with anything I needed. However, the day was so busy that I hardly noticed her absence. My wife had been with me earlier while I was waiting for my Access-A-Ride to arrive at our house. Spending that time together the morning of made me feel like I had an adventure waiting for me to tackle alone. She helped me with my wheelchair and gave me a playful pat on the butt, just like I was heading off on the short yellow bus. In a way it felt just like that, especially with those AAR vans resembling special needs buses, though they’re white instead of yellow.

My infusions will be scheduled once a month and administer at the same hospital. They say it will take a few months before I feel a little better. This is if I was given the real medicine and not the placebo. So why do this if I don’t know if I will receive the real thing or not. Well…I am doing this for other multiple sclerosis warriors who may benefit from this medicine. I want to contribute in some way, and I will continue to find other ways to help my fellow MS warriors.

“Sizzling Adventures: Our Family’s Dominican Republic Getaway”

Boy, do I have a story for you! When I say the Dominican Republic was hot, I mean H-O-T. Multiply that by ten, and you might get close. I couldn’t tolerate the heat for more than three hours before I went “Ctrl-Alt-Delete” on the whole situation. But let’s start from the beginning before I get into the part where I practically melted into a puddle. Our journey began at the ungodly hour of 4:30 am. Why? Because my lovely wife insisted we needed to be there three hours early for our international flight. The last time we flew as a family was to Puerto Rico last August, and it was a breeze. This time not so much. The airport was packed. I’m talking wall-to-wall people. My magic carpet, also known as my wheelchair had no superpowers that day. The priority line, which I paid extra for was just as long as the regular lines. So much for cutting ahead! When we finally reached security it was like I had a neon sign saying “Search Me.” I had to get my hands and wheelchair checked three times before they decided to pat me down again for good measure. The whole ordeal, excluding the time we spent waiting in line, took about 15-20 minutes. My family who was waiting looked utterly bewildered, like we had entered an episode of “Airport Security: Special Confusion Edition.” After all that, we finally made it to the gate, and I made sure the airline was aware of my wheelchair situation. Little did I know, the real adventure was just beginning. Stay tuned for more of our sizzling hot escapades in the Dominican Republic. Spoiler alert: there’s a lot of sweat, sun, and fun coming up!

Picking up where we left off, landing in the Dominican Republic was a bit of a challenge. Picture this: I step off the plane, expecting my trusty magic carpet (aka my wheelchair) to be waiting for me at the gate. Nope! They sent it off to the luggage carousel instead. Perfect. My wife had to flag someone down to get me a temporary wheelchair just so I could get to my actual wheelchair. Oh, the irony! But hey, being in a wheelchair does have its perks. I might have been the last one off the plane, but I was the first one through customs. The process took seconds, and before I knew it, I was at the carousel, reunited with my magic carpet. It was a similar story on the way back home. We zipped through the immigration process like seasoned pros. One minute we were at the gate, the next minute we were at baggage claim. I think my wheelchair secretly has some magical powers after all!

So, we stayed at the Hard Rock Resort in Punta Cana, and let me tell you, it’s quite the place. I personally love this hotel, and my kids? Well, they fell head over heels after discovering they could order room service a million times over. But seriously, they loved how massive the hotel is and the endless options of beach and pools. Now, let’s talk about the weather in the DR. It was scorching hot. I’m talking “is this where hell is located?” hot. As you may know due to my condition I have to avoid heat as much as possible. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do to cool down in DR. The drinks were cool but never quite cold enough, and the pool? Let’s just say it was more like a warm bath than a refreshing dip. The one saving grace was laying on the beach well, sort of. You might be wondering how I managed that with my wheelchair. Well, this hotel has designated areas for people with disabilities, complete with huge bamboo umbrellas and accessible wood flooring to get you onto the sand. Of course there were a few times when I had to politely ask others to vacate the area. It’s frustrating when people take advantage of spaces meant for those who really need them. They really do not know how difficult it is to get around.

Check out this quick video to see just how accessible this hotel was for me. The video is in time lapse so pause if you want.

Our family trip to the Dominican Republic taught us a lot, and I realized something wonderful: my kids are fully aware of my situation. I love them to death. They are the sweetest, most thoughtful kids any parent could wish for. For a long time, I thought they didn’t really understand what MS is or what it entails. But on this trip, I noticed they were more than understanding of my limitations and needs, often helping out without me even asking.

One of the highlights of our trip, aside from stuffing our faces with massive amounts of food and drinks, was tackling an Escape Room. It felt like a little team-building exercise for the family. Evan was hands-on with all the puzzles, while Jacey was busy researching the room and solving riddles. Mom and I were the backups. I mostly provided moral support and talked a lot, while Mom probably helped with one or two puzzles. But guess what? We did it! We made it out of the room with five minutes to spare. Honestly, I didn’t think we’d make it out in time.

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