Our experience started January 22nd, 2012.
My 4 1/2 year old son, Ryan, was recently diagnosed with ITP. In fact, he was diagnosed with it 1 week after my c-section for our newest baby. We've been dealing with this for almost 5 weeks now. We've had hospital stays at Johns Hopkins, countless blood draws, etc etc.
I've been handling it pretty well, but tonight I'm feeling overwhelmed. We go for another lab test on Friday and I am dreading it. Every single test since this has started, his numbers have gone down.
#1 - 7,000
#2 - 48,000 (after treatment 1st ivig)
#3 - 98,000 (24 hrs after treatment)
#4 - 47,000
#5 - 33,000
#6 - 30,000
#7 - 10,000 (and we're back to Johns Hopkins)
#8 - 36,000 (few hours after treatment)
#9 - 59,000 (last test , 24 hrs after treatment)
#10 - 228,000 (2/24/12) *added in edit
#11 - 35,000 (3/3/12) *added in edit
#12 - 30,000 (3/9/12)*added in edit
#13 - 23,000 (3/16/12) *added in edit
So Friday will be a week after treatment, that is the same time we saw the dip from 98,000 to 47,000 with the last treatment.
His hematologists tell me this is the norm for this disease. Please don't get me wrong, I believe them. They are the experts, afterall. They reassure me that he can still live a normal life if it is chronic, just with some restrictions (no football teams or wrestling teams -- not a big deal!)
Out of everything this could have been, this is most definitely the best case scenerio, or so I keep telling myself. At one point we didn't know if he had leukimia or something else. I am grateful beyond words that this is all it is. And yet, its still scary, and it still ...stinks.
So anyway, I'm having a hard time tonight remaining hopeful that this is acute. I'm dreading the Friday test because I'm so sure its going to be another drop. Not to mention I'm exhausted. Not even physically, but mentally/emotionally.
Ryan is still the same wild and wacky kid we all know and love. I will say that on Wednesday, the day before his 10,000 results, he was in a horrible mood. Very moody... was not acting himself at all.
I've been honest with Ryan every step of the way. I tell him the night before a blood draw. He likes it this way, he doesn't want to be surprised. He has been SUCH a trooper. I am so tired of breaking the bad news to him all the time. I just want to be able to give him some good news!
...and there I go feeling bad again, because this diagnosis really WAS good news, in the sense that something was obviously wrong. It could have been so much worse. Does that make sense? I mean, obviously having ITP isn't good news, but out of everythig it could have been... it was good news. Silver lining type of thinking...?
These stays at Hopkins have opened my eyes to so much. We've seen, and roomed with, so many sick kids, many of whom are critically ill. I'm still worrying about our last roommate, the 4 yr old that went from being responsive to not, in a 6 hr time frame. With a CAT scan showing something going on with his brain.
Its almost like I'm having a constant battle with myself. I let myself feel bad for Ryan, sorry that he has to go through this. Then I get mad at myself because I really should just be grateful that it isn't anything worse. I'm constantly having an internal struggle over this.
So, thank you for reading our story. It feels good to put it out there. I'm so glad to have found this website, I've gone the past 5 weeks feeling very alone, very scared, very angry... and now I found a place where people are going through the same thing. Hopefully now I won't feel so alone.
- Brandi
Mom of 3 amazing boys (ages 10, 5/dx ITP 01/2012, and 9 months old)