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…

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‘Life is a cruel teacher. She’ll test you first and give you the lesson later.’

This is me after 2 days at St. mikes emerge getting IVIG treatment, 20 plus hours at Humber’s emerge, blood tests in the high double digits, uncomfortable beds and a long night where an elderly Italian woman was wailing my name along with some other choice words and howling the night away. Oh yeah and I’ve been waiting for my antidepressants since 6am. Life. 🤷🏻‍♀️

‘And here you are living despite it all’ Rupi Kaur

There is something infinitely terrifying about needing any type of replacement for your blood

When the doctors first told me my choices were steroids or a hemoglobin infusion, I felt panicked

Immediately stories of tainted blood flooded my brain

I became very aware of my own mortality

Catastrophic possibilities of bleeding in my brain

Or bleeding to death

Were all I could think of

I also thought of everything I would be leaving behind

Joey

My parents

My sister

My nieces and nephews

I thought of all the things I might never get to see

Maybe I’ll miss Lisa getting hitched

Or my nieces having boyfriends

I’ll just miss out

On life

I thought about Joey

And how it might be easier for him without me

But then I thought of him moving on with someone new

Someone not sick

It was soul crushing

He’s mine

I thought

We’re supposed to grow old together

To retire in a hot place

And I broke down

I ugly cried

Hard

I’m not ready

It’s not my time yet

Then I thought of 6 months ago

About how many times I said I would rather be dead than dealing with my panic disorder

Maybe I jinxed it

Maybe I brought it on myself

Maybe I put a challenge out to the universe

But see

The thing is

You can’t be held responsible for things you say under duress

I wasn’t myself

I didn’t mean it

I was scared

So many factors

But I did wish it

So many fucking times

And I did mean it

It was so painful

I remember thinking death has to be better than this

Anything that makes it stop

You know?

That was 6 months ago

Today

I’m an artist who has shows planned

Today

I am a wife who wants to live out her future with her beloved

Today I am a daughter and daughter in law who wants to spend time with her family

Today I am a sister and sister in law who wants to share more laughs together

Today I am an aunt who can’t wait to see her nieces and nephews grow up and become who they were meant to be

Today

I want to live

Through the pain

Through the sadness

Through the blood tests

Through the infections and fevers

Today

I am going to fight

Because I want to

The Ugly Side Of Recovery

I’m one year and 3 months post round 2 of Lemtrada (the immunosuppressive treatment I underwent for MS).

This was probably the biggest and scariest thing I’ve done in my life

There was caution and risk involved

But I did it anyway

Because my desire to be healthy outweighed my fear

That doesn’t happen often with me

Countless times, I’ve allowed my fear to be in control

To sit in the drivers seat

To call the shots

For whatever reason

That time

I just didn’t

One of the possible side effects of Lemtrada treatment is:

‘Immune thrombocytopenic purpura (ITP), a condition of reduced platelet counts in your blood that can cause severe bleeding that may cause life‑threatening problems. Call your healthcare provider right away if you have any of the following symptoms: easy bruising; bleeding from a cut that is hard to stop; coughing up blood; heavier menstrual periods than normal; bleeding from your gums or nose that is new or takes longer than usual to stop; small, scattered spots on your skin that are red, pink, or purple’

I think it’s something like 2% of Lemtrada patients can end up with it

Well I recently went away and while on vacation I noticed huge unexplained bruises.

Then came bloody stool

Some red spots

And a whole lot of anxiety and fatigue

Needless to say

My trip was a bit of a bust

Upon return I reached out to my Lemtrada nurse to explain what I was experiencing and she told me to get my bloodwork done

I did

And my platelets were 53

Normal platelet count is between 150-200

I really had to restrain myself from googling the fuck out of this

I sent my nurse a copy of the lab work

And bright and early this morning she called me

Seeing her name on my phone

I knew it wasn’t going to be a friendly call

She urged me to go to emerge at St. Mike’s ASAP

She was amazing at calming my already sensitized nerves down

So I got my people ready and we went

At emerge and after having to explain Lemtrada repeatedly, I had more bloodwork done and a rectal exam (that was fun)

After lots of waiting

Worst case scenarios playing in my head

And my constant companion of anxiety

My results were back

Platelets up to 87!

Not in the clear but an obvious improvement

With cautions about new bruising or headaches

To return to the emerge immediately

A little bit of good old fashioned fear: you could experience bleeding in your brain

Another blood test on the horizon

And an appointment with a hematologist

I’m headed home

Of course I’m scared

Because yet again

There is uncertainty

For example, what caused this all of a sudden?

What if it comes back?

What if I fall or cut myself?

What if I die?

Uncertainty and anxiety are like yin yang

They feed off each other

And it’s so fucking easy to slip into my old patterns

Fear, panic, sadness, wallowing

Then what?

It doesn’t change my potential outcome

But it does make this whole process that much harder

And why on earth would I ever want to make things harder for myself?

I refuse to allow this to make me a victim

Nope

Today I will do something that I don’t often do

Something my sister said to me

I will deal with this with a grace I don’t often possess

With strength and determination that I’ve not often felt

Gratitude that I often neglect

And I’ll just keep going

Because anything less isn’t an option

Not today anyway

‘What else should I be? All apologies’ Nirvana

I wanted one week

Where I could pretend to be like everyone else

Where I could pretend to be the wife you deserve

Where I could pretend to be the person I always wanted to be

Instead I got a day here or there

I was too greedy when I wanted a week

I should have known better

I should have asked for a moment

Maybe two

But a week of unadulterated happiness

Just wasn’t meant for me

And so you had to suffer too

Because once upon a time you were unlucky enough to fall in love with me

This is what your life will be like

What it has been like

Hospital visits

Stomach aches

Crisis centres

Tears

Panic

And so many sorry’s that just get stuck in my throat

Making me choke

On nothing but apologies and regret

Sorry’s that your ears will never hear

Because to utter them might make you wonder the same thing I always do

‘Why the hell is he still here’?

‘In the blink of an eye, everything can change.’

Sometimes I’m scared to blink

Im afraid that this current edition of my life

Will suddenly morph back into the one I was living 4 months ago

Although living seems like far too grand of a word for what I was doing

Existing maybe

Barely

So now even going to sleep is a gamble

Which version of myself will I be when I wake up?

It seems like far too big of a risk to take

And I’m not that much of a risk-taker

Not with my life

I don’t want to lose this stranglehold I have on my life right now

I’ve worked too hard

Struggled and fought too hard

To lose it all

In the blink of an eye