Sometimes it goes away entirely, but when my system is immune-suppressed, it starts to come back. Today's scan showed that it was larger than when last checked a month or so ago. The doctors hoped that by this time my stronger immune system would keep the fungus at bay, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I have been taking the drug Voriconozole for a long time, but they are now going to put me on an IV medicine, Ambisome, while they compare the past scans to develop a plan. They are also going to check the "Vori" level in my blood to see if it is absorbing properly.
I had another low-grade fever this morning. Adding this all together, I'm really not sure now when I'll get out. I hope it will just take a few days to figure out what to do about the fungus.
I got permission to leave the floor this morning, so I put on a heavy mask, walked one length of the Pike and sat in a wheelchair in the sun outside at a nicely-landscaped entrance that my mother had dubbed The Riveria. I read the New York Times and enjoyed the fresh air. In the elevator on the way back, however, I got dizzy and felt like I might faint. I knew that my blood pressure had fallen. I made it back to my room, and when the nurse took my pressure (standing) it was 65/54. The episode earned me five hours of IV fluids. Actually after I sat down and had a drink, it already started to go back up.
Now I'll need a new book and maybe a movie to get me through the rest of my stay. Arrrrrggggghhhhhh.