The time the internet turned against me..

So I nonchalantly commented on a Vice Canada article about whether or not Don Cherry should be fired for his xenophobic comments.

My comment was solely on the story and agreed that Don Cherry has gotten away with this behaviour for too long and should be fired.

The amount of hate I got was a little startling.

I’m a lot older than the typical person who gets cyber bullied so I’m a little removed from this sort of thing.

People immediately went after me

They went after my appearance firstly.

They stereotyped me for my hair colour.

They called me fat.

Said I was dumb, stupid and so much more.

Instantly, I wanted to hit back.

After all, that’s what you do when you’ve been attacked.

But I quickly learned it was getting me nowhere other than infuriated.

I deleted my comment.

Not because I don’t stand by it (because I do)

Not because I can’t handle the criticism (because I can)

But because this war behind a computer or a phone or whatever

Is not one I can win.

That anyone can win.

People become so brave they will literally say anything or do anything.

Frankly, it makes me afraid of the world we live in.

How scary is it when you can’t even risk speaking your opinion for fear of retribution?

This speaks to something so much bigger than internet trolls out for blood.

This is a not a liberated society.

This is totalitarian.

If you dare to step out of line you risk facing the wrath of the legions of people willing to do and say whatever it takes to make their mark.

While I can handle the criticisms, I can’t handle the anger and anxiety that explodes inside of me as a result of such an encounter.

I was so angry at the words they were tossing around.

Not because I’m hurt by them but because someone else might be.

Some teenager might be reading along in agreement and see the inflamed ego it caused and the hurled insults and bullying that ensued.

They might not have the self security to hold strong to their own beliefs.

And that is the biggest tragedy of all.

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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

‘Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.’ Olivier Wendell Holmes

Feeling speechless

I didn’t think this year could possibly get worse

The universe took that as a challenge

It got so much worse

I’m home from the hospital now

I did things this week that I didn’t think I would ever be able to do

I should feel proud

Instead

I feel resentful and saddened

That I had to do them at all

After two days of immunoglobulin infusion

My platelets are still low at 28

From what I remember, this might mean that I have Immune thrombocytopenic purpura (ITP)

Refresher:

ITP is a bleeding disorder where the immune system mistakenly destroys platelets

Platelets allow us to not bleed excessively

It seems like a really big fuck you to me

I hate blood and needles and anything to do with bleeding

And the universe said

Well, here ya go

I won’t know for sure until next week

But of course I’m thinking the worst case scenarios

I’m convinced I’m dying

I’ve never had that fear before

The universe laughed

And said ‘now you do’

I’m scared

I’m sad

And I keep thinking I just can’t take any more

But I’m scared

That the universe

Will take that too

As another challenge

And I’m just not up for it

‘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