The rollercoaster ride of Recovering From Major Illness continues. Last Friday was Hell Day. It turned out to be Not So Bad Day. The tests, that a year ago were painful, exhausting, and debilitating, were, this time round, not so bad. It’s a reminder of how sick I was a year ago, that just lying on a bed and having an EKG (a very quick and easy procedure) was torture. The worst part of the day was the bone marrow biopsy. They had to do it twice, because the first one didn’t get enough of a sample. Oh science, please hurry up and find a gentler method of testing marrow!
The bone marrow biopsy left me in a lot of pain, right down to my tailbone, so that even sitting hurt. The next few days were less than fun. I had a constant dull ache in the back of my head, reflux, and I was permanently tired. A delightful combination for my incredibly patient, and loving husband.
On Tuesday, I felt ok enough to get in one last run before the 5km this Saturday. It was meant to be easy, running for only eight minutes out of twenty. It slayed me. By the evening, I was Done. The headache hadn’t really gone away. I was puffed from short bursts of walking. I was exhausted. I called my doctor and she said my platelets had been low on Friday, and to go for blood work on Wednesday morning.
Then came The Crash. My anxiety brain went into panic mode. Your counts are low! You feel like you did before you were diagnosed! IT’s back! You’re going to be dead at 31! DOOOM!!! I had a total meltdown and would probably still be fetal under a blanket if Aaron hadn’t made me just go to the Brooklyn Infusion Center and have my blood work done.
Today, I feel better. We still don’t have results from last week, or yesterday (it can take a little while), but I’m not in Oh-God-My-Death-Is-Imminent mode. I have amazing, patient, and loving people around me. We had dumplings for dinner AND breakfast. I'm getting paid to watch some cool theatre. The sky is blue again, I’m running in my first NYC race on Saturday, and I’m Ok!
UPDATE: Literally moments after posting this entry, I got a call from my doctor. I can't run, or even walk, the 5km on Saturday as my counts have dropped too low. She thinks the drop has been caused by one of my meds, so I'm stopping it for the time being. See photo above for my feelings right now! FAARKING CANCER!!!
UPDATE TWO: Also found out that the bone marrow biopsy results came back negative, so I'm all clear and still in remission. Yay! I'm still ok!
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