Today something hit me. It hit me hard. Children and when/if I am going to have them. I was thinking of my medication and starting the infusion and wondered if it's possible to carry a child on Rituxan. I looked it up online and it says to wait 12 months after stopping Rituxan to ensure your child doesn't have birth defects. Another thing I read was the medication wouldn't cross the placenta wall.
That was all it took for my throat to catch and my eyes to water. I am 32 years old and I will be 33 in March, 6 months away. Now was when I planned to have kids. At this age, I was sure I would have a little boy or girl, and instead, I am dealing with MS and worried about another relapse. If I took the time to get this infusion then decided to get pregnant it would be 1.5 years from now and that would just be if I got 1 infusion.
That child looked like me, talked like me, was a part of my family. He or she shared the same DNA. She/he was sweet like my mom, strong like my grandmother, logical like me, intelligent like Kurt, beautiful like Dottie, caring, feisty, fierce, amazing, and nothing could tear them away from me. Now MS is. That little blonde child will always be my vision of the future and I am dying for it to manifest before my eyes.
I should have thought of this sooner. I want to change my mind but I don't want to relapse again. I'm heartbroken and I don't know what to do but I see my future with children slowly slipping away. I wanted at least one of my own. Maybe we can still make it happen. I have faith. It just hurt my heart for a moment.
In fact, a lot of things are starting to feel like they are getting further and further from my reach. HSCT treatment is expensive, so I feel like I am going to have to pick between that and a home of my own. I had a plan to not get pregnant until my 30's, save for a home, and have all my ducks in a row.
I drank my 20's away and spent all my money as soon as I got it. Not getting pregnant was the only thing I did right and now that feels like it would have been better if I did. This disease is really changing everything for me a little at a time and I'm handling it all the best that I can but it's really pissing me off.
My future seems so unknown now. How will this disease affect me? Will I end up in a wheelchair or bed-bound? Will I even be able to care for kids or have a career? Is this fair to my husband? It's definitely not fair to me but it's my disease so how am I going to deal with it?
What happened? Where did the time go? What happened to my life? I wish I could have one more go at it. Can I fix this? Yes, but I need more time. I can't get caught up in what has changed.
I have accepted having multiple sclerosis but there is still so much still to accept, to learn but I can't give in. I can't give up. I'm digging in and preparing to launch forth through whatever this disease puts in my path. I won't let it win. To me, this disease is a demon. A demon sent to destroy and break me down but my spirit, my soul is stronger. This is what I tell myself so I hold it together and so I don't lose myself.
Update: Pregnancy while on Rituxan is okay. What a relief. I should do my research before stressing over it! This will also prevent emotional posting and sounding extra tragic. 😅
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