I began my journey with ITP five years ago. At 52, I had just gone through a difficult divorce and recently moved – an already stressful period of my life. I started noticing large bruises on my legs that I chalked up to riding my bike. After ignoring subtle signs for several months – bleeding gums, blood blisters on my tongue, strange bruises, and rashes – I went to see my internist. He called that night saying he thought I had ITP and referred me to a hematologist the next day. I actually knew a little bit about ITP because one of my friends was diagnosed about 20 years before.
After meeting with the hematologist and more bloodwork (and another late-night call) I ended up in the hospital for a few days. At the time, I just thought they’d give me something to resolve it, and I’d move on!