in a nutshell

It's been a week off meds now an I'm slowly getting back some mental functions. Have to admit coming up on wk 12, I was split on my desires for the outcome. Certainly I wish the virus to be gone, but at what cost? You all know what I'm talkin about. Anyway, I may have had hepC since 1973 when diagnosed with hepA. Only last year did the enzymes spike. Only a very small amount, but worth a test. Biopsy shows mild inflamation and a hint of fibrosis. Just the beginning. Stats show I have a far better chance of living healthy to an old age, than being "cured" by the "tx".  I'm 1b btw. One thing I have realized since becoming aware of it, is that I'd rather have hepC than a multitude of other human afflictions. I feel lucky in that regard, and I have a new admiration for those living strong while enduring much worse than myself. At this point I doubt I'll try that drug coctail again. I'll do what I can to stay healthy and see what happens.

To paraphrase Augustus McCrae in Larry McMurtry's book "Lonesome Dove". While speaking over the grave of a young man killed on the cattle drive, he said.... "Life is short, it's just shorter for some than others. The best thing for us to do is to get on our horses and head on up to Montana"