‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep…’

I don’t know if humans are really equipped to face their own mortality

It’s just such a foreign concept

It’s the opposite of what we know

We breathe without thinking

It’s automatic

To think of our own deaths

Seems just wrong

With MS I don’t really have to think about it

It’s a lot of things

But it’s not fatal

When I was diagnosed with ITP (rare blood disorder) this past summer

It seemed surreal

I could die if I got cut

If I fell

The slightest thing would mean I could bleed to death

I remember when I was still unsure what was going on

Feeling certain that I was gonna die

It was scary and unknown

Clearly

I survived

But every time I find a bruise…

Every time I get my bloodwork done

I’m faced with that same thought

Have my platelets have dropped dangerously low?

It’s sort of become a scary new reality

And not entirely unknown

However this whole COVID-19 is different

I knew I was at a heightened risk

I’m immuno compromised

I have two autoimmune diseases and a rare blood disorder

Plus the treatment I underwent for my MS weakened my immune system

Seems like the odds are stacked against me

So I’ve been practicing self isolation since March 15

I won’t lie

I’ve been scared

I keep hearing about the people dying have preexisting heath conditions

As if that makes it more palatable

Like it makes it ok

I got an email from my super amazing hematologist

She reaffirmed what I already sorta knew

I’m at an increased risk for infection

Because of the MS related treatment and ITP

Now I’m scared all over again

I’m doing the best I can

Not leaving home

Taking care of myself and my sanity

But I can’t help but feel afraid

What if this time I don’t escape death?

What if this time it catches up to me?

What if

What if

What if

I know I can’t live my life based on what ifs

But I can’t pretend they don’t exist either

So I’m caught in this weird limbo

Between focusing on what’s happening right now

This tv show

This art piece

This blog

And

The world of what ifs

What if I catch this virus?

What if death catches me?

I’m not ready to face death

I’m not ready to face the mere thought of death

‘I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.’

‘…how blue the sky appears…blue enough to bruise a heart.’ Sanober Khan

Every time I scan my body for a bruise or petechiae

For the rest of my life

I’ll revert back to this past summer

And the disdain

I felt for my body

For betraying me

Yet again

I thought we’d come to an agreement after I lost my fucking mind in January 2019

I thought we were cool

Ready to coexist

Always together

Anxiety

Panic

Depression

MS

All of it

We were going to get through it all

But those damn blood bruises

A warning sign that my body wasn’t holding up its end of the bargain

Now even though I’m in some sort of remission

I scan my body

Hoping to not see those blotches on my skin

But when I do

Like this evening

I’m suddenly back to Florida in August

Angry

Afraid

Alone

With a body that was turning on me

A body that didn’t feel like mine anymore

I can’t help but miss the days when a stumble was just a misstep

And a bruise

Was just a fucking bruise

‘The Happiest Place On Earth.’

Today is Joey’s birthday

Last year at this time

I was living with my parents

My mental state was super fragile

We had cake for his birthday at my parents house

I remember trying hard that day

To put a smile on my face

To be brave

To not be selfish

For Joey

Because he deserved so much more than what he got

Because I always felt like we could have been so great

If not for all the obstacles

My challenges that have disrupted our life together

But today

One year later

We are celebrating his birthday at Disney in Florida

Joey gets to be happy

I feel good

Maybe sometimes magic happens

Maybe the universe and planets align

Maybe I worked my ass off to get to this point

Whatever

It doesn’t even matter

Bukowski wrote: ‘What matters most is how well you walk through the fire’

And I did

I walked through the fire

And survived

Sure I have the scars to prove it

But who doesn’t?

I’ll be in Disney this afternoon

Indulging my inner kid

She deserves to have some fun

Even if it’s a moment

I’m going to close my eyes really tight and try my best to savour the moments

I deserve it

So does Joey

PS. Happy birthday Joey 🖤

‘To be calm is the highest achievement of self’

Today is my anniversary

Notice I didn’t write ‘ours’?

Because this one

Well it’s entirely mine

Today marks exactly one year since I would rather have died than continue to live in the state of panic I was in

It might seem dramatic

I don’t know if I can explain the pain I was in

I remember my mom talking about how I was then

And she winced recollecting the sound of my crying

It was without a doubt the worst time of my life

That’s saying something

Since I’ve been through so much

Its strange to some people

That I would pick Multiple Sclerosis and the unknown

I would pick ITP and the biweekly bloodwork

I would choose those things in a heartbeat

I would choose those things if it meant never having to go through a mental health breakdown

Today

As I write this I’m in a much better place

Both literally and figuratively

I’m not freaking out at Humber’s unequipped emergency department

Pleading

No

Begging for someone to help me

Today

I will not focus on what I couldn’t do then

No

Today,

I’m at my home

That I share with my husband of 12 years

My two dogs

Vinnie and Benny.

I woke up this morning

I brushed my teeth and washed my face

I had coffee and breakfast

I rearranged some furniture

I did some art

Now I’m writing this blog

It’s all so unexceptional

And I am so fucking grateful

What I wish you understood:

I get tired really easily

The heat is unbearable for me right now

It’s hard for me to work up the energy to go out

I’m terrified that you will forget me

Right now I can’t do the things I used to

I want you to talk to me

I don’t want you to feel sorry for me

I want to be the old me

Even though I can’t really picture her

If you can

Maybe you could help me remember her…

‘I will take what is mine with fire and blood. George R. R. Martin

I’m still trying to digest everything that’s happened in the last month or so…

Sometimes it feels like it’s all happening to someone else

And other times I feel like it’s happening to me over and over

Like a weird Groundhog Day movie thing

Things were so off leading up to going to Florida

That I feel like I’ve never really regained my footing

Maybe I came back to Toronto as someone else

I don’t know

Except it’s been fitting with the way my life has always sort of seemed to go

You know the saying:

‘If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all…’?

Right now looking back at Florida

It seems like a really bad nightmare

I was so sick

And I didn’t know why

The bruises appearing out of nowhere

And the blood

Well I won’t gross you out with the details

Suffice it to say

It was unpleasant

After returning and finding out about my super low platelets

It all seems like a blur

I had a very rare reaction to the IVIG called aseptic meningitis

Which essentially mimics meningitis symptoms such as the headache and neck pain

It eventually passed and I got through it with the help of some hydro morphine

It was frustrating to be in the hospital bc no one listened to me when I explained that I was only there because of the headache/neck pain and not for the low platelets

They didn’t understand that my platelets were a result of the Lemtrada treatment and kept saying but you had the last dose over a year ago

While I do have notoriously bad luck

For some reason I was gifted with an incredible hematologist doctor from St. Mikes

She gave me her email address

And responded to my many emails

And even contacted Humber to explain my situation and why I could be released

From the minute I met her

I knew she was different

She cared not only about my platelets but about my mental health as well

Truly not something I’ve often experienced

Even while being treated by ‘mental health professionals’

After leaving the hospital I was so bruised and sore from all the blood tests and I won’t even begin to explain the bacterial infection I picked up from the hospital

I had another blood test early in the week and then a follow up appt at St. Mikes later in the week

I tried to not obsessively check my results

And waited until late in the evening

My platelets had risen from 28 to 46!

While still nowhere close to being normal (150-400)

It seemed to be going up

I’m back from my follow up with hematology now

It wasn’t the worst case scenario I was imagining

Nor was it the ideal situation

Nope

It was somewhere in the middle

I have ITP

We don’t know if it’s permanent or not

We have to wait and see if my platelets continue to increase

The doc explained it as there are three possible scenarios:

1. I did the IVIG and I recover my platelets and ta da! The end

2. I did the IVIG and I recover some platelets but relapse and will need some sort of treatment

3. I did the IVIG and there is no improvement and will need an alternative treatment

I’ll have to wait and see which category I fall under

The real bummer from today is learning I will have to continue with weekly blood tests until told otherwise

For the record

In case you’re wondering

Or if anyone asks

I haven’t become a pro at the blood tests

It still is a big deal for me

And I still dread them

Despite this

I’m still here

I did some art

I sat outside with my dogs and the sun shining on my face

I listened to more audiobooks

This is my life

For right now

And I’m sorta okay with that