In "Chat" magazine (15th Dec, '11, Issue 50-51) in the "true life patient casebook" bit,
Elene Naeverlid of Bergen, Norway, tells her experience of ME and being a guinea-pig in the Rituximab study.
It doesn't seem that simple to be "cured" after all.
Initial precis of the story;
She started off with a 'flu which just didn't go away, in March 2001. Things were duly dreadful until she was offered the lifeline of being a guinea-pig in the pilot study, late in 2007.
I'm now going to copy the rest of the article. (please excuse their "artistic license" and rotten english)
"I-I'd be a guinea-pig?" I gulped.
Then 22, if I wanted my life back what choice did I have?
So, after a string of tests, I had my first intravenous dose.
Docs kept a close eye on me.
But instead of making a difference, nothing changed.
Until five months later, in May 2008...
"Morning," I chirped, as my parents mouths fell open. "I'm just taking the dog for a walk."
But sadly my excitement was only to be short-lived.
Over the following two years I suffered a series of relapses as docs tracked how my body reacted to the drug.
Then, in February this year they nailed it and I finally got my life back.
My parents could hardly keep track of me as I made up for lost time catching up with friends. Plus, I passed my school exams at last. "