The problem with life changing events is that they always land smack dab in the middle of when I’m trying to do something proactively life changing. It happens every freaking time. Every time.
Back in March, I had been having some problems with nose bleeds lately, like super bad. Like six and a half hours bad. Not as much fun as it sounds and if it sounds like hell, you’re pretty close. There were some mysterious bruises showing up on my legs and my gums were bleeding. After taking more vitamin C and little improvement, my dad requested that I get a CBC. I complied, because daddy, and he was right to ask me.
My mom and I were driving to a jewelry party thrown by my mother-in-law when I got a call from my doctor. It was six o’clock at night, so I assumed it was urgent. My platelet came back incredibly low and my doctor requested that I go to the emergency room immediately. Panicked, we changed our route immediately and went to the emergency room. Of course, they did the usual garage of tests, short of shooting me full of radiation to look at my insides. And, I sat and worried. Along with my mom and my dad and my husband and the baby and my best friend and her husband. It was a packed little room. When you hear “low platelet count”; of course the inclination is to think the big “L” word: Leukemia.
After three hours of waiting, they came back and told me it wasn’t Leukemia. I had something I had never heard of: idiopathic thrombocytopenia pupura.
Essentially, my body is having an allergic reaction to my own white blood cells. It’s an auto-immune disorder. It CAN be chronic, but only in rare cases. I’m on my second round of treatment, and it’s going really well so far! Things are looking great!
SO, that’s the reason why I haven’t posted. Along with that and me and my family finally moving into our own little home, my schedule has been PACKED.
I am really only posting this to inform you where I’ve been and to let you know that I’m going to be posting more frequently. I need to get back on the band wagon and start writing again, write instead of trolling twitter. Or playing PokemonGo from my bed. Like camping the PokeStop across the street from my house. I’m sad, I know.
You’ll be hearing from me soon!