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Show 381 Broken Sternum I am talking with my the plasmapharesis tech. We have spent many hours together in these past months since we first began this procedure. I had been startled once again and am back in the hospital. I do not know how long I have been here. Maybe days. Maybe weeks. I will ask her. "Oh, yeah," she is smiling. "You've been here for several months now." I can tell that I have - asked her this question before by her response. "Do you remember that you have been rebounding?" , The word is only somewhat familiar, like the shadow of something more substantial, and she is explaining, probably for the twentieth time, that my body has apparently disliked that we have been removing the stiff-man antibody. For some reason, it thinks I need the antibody to survive. This antibody must resemble something vital. We have done this procedure more than seventy times in the past few months, she is telling me, attempting to halt my body's resurgent production of this antibody. "Seventy times! -" |
