An Apology For Not Sharing The Miracle Of Being Cured Of Hepatitis C And A Long Silence

On March 1, 2012, I went in to Dr. Peter Ruane's office on Olympic Avenue in Los Angeles to mark the sixth month of treatment. It actually was a little over six months since I took my first dosage of the drugs on September 18, 2012. I was told I would find out the results of the clinical trials and whether or not I had been clear of the Hepatitis C virus since the 4th week of the trials. I knew that I had been clear for the past two months, but if I had been clear since the 4th week, the trials were over, and I was officially cured. I must admit I was not surprised by the answer.

John Lavitt Taking His First Dose With A Smile On 9-18-11

As I sat in the waiting room, Chris Rice, the nurse who manages the trials, entered my name into the computer database in the back offices. I literally hear a whoop of delight as Chris came running back into the waiting room with my results in hand. With tears in his eyes, jumping up and down, Chris told me that I was cured, the first one in the Los Angeles trials, and I no longer had to take the medicine anymore. Finally, after six months of pain and suffering, it was over. And I was jubilant and exhausted and speechless and calling everybody and utterly overwhelmed.

Before I go any further, I want to apologize for everyone who has been reading this blog for not letting you know sooner and for once again sinking into the morass of a long silence. There is no reason that makes any sense. I should have told you right away, even if most of you found out on Facebook or other means and ways from text messages to phone calls in which the information was shared. It was almost as if the miracle was too much to handle when it came to these words, and there was so much to say that I strangely or typically chose to say nothing. I am sorry.

The first thing I did when I heard was to call and text everyone close to me, letting them know what had happened. The love and celebratory responses I experienced took my breath away. When I went into the examination room to take off my clothes, get several vials of my blood taken once again, and have the remains of the rash and everything else examined, I was surprised by what happened next. 

Chris came in with my files and he was overflowing with happiness and joy. Although they ran both Hepatitis C and HIV clinical trials in the office, Chris told me that they had never seen someone go through such extreme side effects and not stop treatment and resign from a trial. He described as the most courageous (sometimes I think the most stupid, even being healed) patient they had ever seen, and he was so happy that the result of the trials had been successful. I was 90 to 95% certain of being cured of Hepatitis C, although my blod would have to be taken once a month for the next six months to guarantee the results. Still, I would take those odds in Vegas on any day. Chris actually told me that seeing me cured gave a sense of meaning to his work and this most recent of clinical trials for a drug that is never coming to market. Why? It has already been eclipsed.

A lot has happened in the past ten days, and I will be writing many blogs describing the strange and wonderful and surprisingly difficult experience of being cured. It is beautiful and lovely, but it is not all good and the minefields that have revealed themselves have been surprising. It is important for me to note two things now that will be described in detail later...

1. I stopped taking the drugs - the Ribavirin and the Interferon - five days before I found out my results. The sudden increase in disgusting side effects was crazy. Every time another one popped up, I would shake my head and say out loud, "Really? After all I have been through?" I knew I was cured on a holistic level that was intense and profound. I have never been so in touch with my body and I knew without question it was the right decision.
2. The first thing I did after leaving the doctor's office, after buying a bag of fresh jacima, coconut, and pineapple with a touch of chile and lots of lemon from a Mexican fruit cart, was to call everyone who had helped me through the worst times of the clinical trials when the rash would not stop itching and the staph infection was screaming and it was hell on earth. What I did was express gratitude and thank them for being there for me. When you see someone you care about suffering on such an intense level, it is hard not to turn away.

My First Hepatitis Free Los Angeles Fruit Cart Experience