The results of the antinuclear antibody (ANA) test are in! They are: positive, speckled, high and with a ratio of 1:640.

Now, to temper my enthusiasm a little, I should probably remind myself there is an entire laundry list of potential diagnoses to consider—from drug induced lupus (I do suspect temozolomide, one of my chemos, screwed me up) to hepatitis to Sjogrens and even…fibromyalgia.

[Blinks annoyedly into camera.]

So I don’t have answers, per se, but I do have reason to believe we’re finally getting somewhere. After years. Again.

For comparison, in 2015’s ANA test, I only had a ratio of 1:160. Then in 2017, while hospitalized for the brain tumor and on the mother-of-all steroids, I tested negative. The change is noticeable and significant. (Thank God for MyChart’s search function!)

It’s not clear to me yet what’s going on, but fuck if I don’t feel a little bit hopeful right now. Like maybe I’ll be able to take a shower again without wondering if I’m living in my own tiny post-apocalyptic hell.

Dan is cautious of me getting too convinced of anything too soon, and honestly that’s kind of a buzzkill. But I’m not unreasonable. I get it. 

It doesn’t stop me from saying I have every Sjogrens symptom known to man, but I get it.

I just want so desperately to have a reason to hope I can spend some time not in bed, not miserable, not so tired and weak I have to hobble to the toilet. I’m sick of strategically leaving doors open to conserve energy.

Yes, the batteries are that low.

And if I could just have a steroid, please, instead of worrying it will mask something important—I promise I’ll be good! And not complain about the weight I put back on because everything tastes marvelous again.

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