There was talk of leukemia, a spleen removal, and the priest was called in … from there everything got foggy. At 4,000 platelets, I learned my body was bleeding internally and my brain was bleeding. Our bodies need 150,000 to 450,000 platelets per microliter of blood.
Upon arriving to the ICU, I found out that I had only 4,000 platelets. They exclaimed I exhibited signs of a platelet disorder that required immediate medical attention. Their persistence continued, and they said I needed to be admitted into the ICU immediately. Should I not head out right away, they would be sending out an ambulance to come pick me up. I picked up the call and was informed that I needed to get to the emergency room as soon as possible. It felt as if the universe was screaming with intense energy for me to answer the intense ringing noise. I headed to the doctor.Īfter returning home, the phone rang with an urgency. I knew this could not be good and was likely something that needed immediate attention. “How could the rash be inside of my skin?” I remember thinking. Only the rash was in fact superficial bleeding seeping into the skin. After showering, I noticed a rash and bruises on my legs, arms, buttocks, and eyelids. I hopped into the shower hoping that clearing the prior day’s energy from me would help me to feel better. I fell into bed, didn’t eat and didn’t wake up for what seemed like days… and when I did wake the fatigue was so extreme that I could barely recognize the world around me.
One day, after an awesome track meet, I went home feeling as if a blanket of deep malaise covered me. I had no idea that the malaise that I felt, the bone pain that was nagging me and bruises that would visit me, was in fact a platelet disorder that was soon to threaten my life. Every ounce of energy that I put out only made me sicker. My platelets were “half full” and they were quickly depleting. I was the little girl who strove to break glass ceilings. I was aiming to be everything that I ever dreamed of.Īt the age of 13, I won “Young Authors,” was writing frequent articles as the lad on the school newspaper, a leader of my school’s student body, star track athlete with an outstanding long jump and an amazing five-and-a-half-minute mile, co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and a straight-A student, running for graduation court and valedictorian of my graduating class. I told myself I could be anything I wanted to be and so I was striving to do so. My future was bright, and my ambitions were even brighter. When did I get ITP? I will never forget it … I was 13 years old and just about to blossom.
But what about those who have no choice but to have a glass that is consistently half empty? This is how I look at my bleeding disorder, immune thrombocytopenia (ITP).
#Young souls igg full
You’ve likely heard the metaphor, “the glass is half empty/full.” How full is your glass? If you’re looking on the brighter side of life, it’s always half full.
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