Hey Everyone,
So, I would like to say, "It's good to be back," but if I said that, I would be lying to you all. Some of you may remember me. I was the paranoid, sad and confused 22 year old who constantly trolled this site looking for reassurance and other ITP friends five years ago. Lucky for me, I got both! Which is why I am back now.
Five years ago, I was diagnosed with ITP after I had a terrible 3 hour nosebleed. After being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance from an urgent care center, one bone marrow biopsy, one pathologist, 2 doctors, and many tears later, I was introduced to what we all know as the biggest pain in the ass, ITP. My counts were at 17. When I was 22, I found this site and instantly found the comfort I needed. One being the the reassurance to know that I wasn't dying. Two being meeting others who had been there, done that, and understood my fear and frustrations.
After my diagnosis, I saw rises on prednisone and my counts went back to normal. However, as we all see too much, after being weaned off of them, my numbers dropped back down to the 30 range. After refusing to do a splenectomy (as a kindergarten teacher, it didn't seem like the best option), I began 4 rounds or Rituxan treatment. After 4 sessions and a lot of praying, my counts began to rise and rise and rise. I finally stabilized in the 250 range. Eventually, my daily appointments turned to weekly appointments, then bi-weekly, then 3 month check-ups, and then the coveted 6 month check in to make sure things were still running smoothly. I had five...FIVE wonderful years of this.
Fast forward to five years later:
June 6th, I had my 6 month check up and was a little concerned when my counts had dropped from 220 to 152. My hema assured me that this was just a little blip and that since I was still considered in the "normal range" (I hate that terminology, don't you?), I shouldn't worry. To be cautious, she set up an appt. with me a month later. I went to the hema today and was shocked to hear my counts have dropped more--down to 103. Being concerned, I am scheduled to return in a week to find out what is going on. I haven't had counts this low in close to 5 years.
My heart is aching. I can't stop crying, and I remembered this site and how I could turn to others who know all to well what I am going through. Now I'm 27, and apparently, not much more mature than my 22 year old self (seeing as how I called my mom and cried all the way home!). Those demons are lurking back in my head, the paranoia is setting back in and I'm exhuasting myself with "what-if" scenarios. What if they continue to drop? Will I have to do another BMB? (God, please no). Will I need to do another round of Rituxan? What about pred dread? No! And the worst: What if it is something much more serious this time? I have full trust and respect in my doctor. She is amazing and has reassured me over and over about my condition, but it's different when you're on the other side of the needle.
I remember this site. And I am kicking myself for once thinking, "I don't need to go on there anymore. I am fine. I am in remission." I apologize for this attitude that my younger self had. I feel as though I have been kicked in the stomach. I feel alone and I'm scared. I have a wonderful family and husband who (I'm sure now) will treat me with kid gloves like they did in the past. It was finally wearing off! I wasn't the "sickly one."
I try to reassure myself the positives:
1.) My number is 103. Some of you would kill for those numbers and I apologize if I sound greedy.
2.) I am a teacher and in the prime of summertime. At least I can deal with this without having to go to work tomorrow! Silver lining, I guess
3.) I went into remission from Rituxan before...could it work again? Another 5 years?
4.) I am lucky to have an amazing support system here.
5.) Maybe my positive attitude will pull me through?
But, that is a facade because really, all I want to do is cry and scream and be angry that this idiotic "thing" seems to be back after I was so blindly convinced that I was through that dark part of my life. I feel alone. I'm not happy, even though it's kind of ironic, I was walking on air this morning, convinced that my numbers had risen. Then, like an atomic bomb I hear one number and it changes everything. Well, one positive is that my eyes can't possibly generate any more tears!
I guess, I just needed some place to vent, and like an old friend, I knew the PDSA website was a good start. I guess I am not looking for any answers from anyone really, maybe just some nice words? Similar stories? A cyber shoulder to cry on?
If anyone remembers me from five years ago, I would love to hear from you. I remember a very nice and ITP educated poster, Sandi/Sandy, who would frequently respond to me. Are you still here? DeeDee, I remember you, as well and I read about your relapse. Seems like we will be going through this together. Anyone else who can relate in any way, I appreciate all responses.
I think I'll go watch a movie now. Popcorn always makes me feel better. :0)
~Natalie
*Here's to high platelets!*