Never did I imagine at 28
years old – that the word
“PLATELET” would become so
important to me. My story with
ITP began on Tuesday, January
8th, 2002 – a day I will never
forget.
I noticed some black and
blues on my body and I didn't
recall banging into anything. I
also noticed what appeared to be
a rash on my lower legs. I
really thought nothing of it -
other than I needed more Iron or
some other kind of vitamin (I
thought maybe I was anemic).
Well, the next day at work -
I went on WebMD and searched
under "bruising and rash."
Needless to say - I found a lot
of scary things and made a
doctor’s apt for later that day.
My usual dr. was out – so I met
with one of his colleagues and
brought my print outs from WebMD
- ITP documents included. At
first, the dr. thought it was
nothing and sort of brushed my
claims off - but then he ran a
blood test and was shocked to
see that I had only 6,000
platelets. My last blood test
was from Aug 2001, when I had
168,000 platelets.
So, the doctor was quite
nervous and sent me immediately
to meet with a local
hematologist in NY. She and her
partner were wonderful - my
father (I had driven to his
place in tears concluding the
first dr. apt) and I were so
scared and they tried to help
calm us down. I was there for
about 5 hours while they ran
another blood test (they too
were shocked it was so low) and
asked me tons of questions. They
also did a bone marrow biopsy
(needless to say it hurt a lot
and I was really scared at this
point realizing the danger I was
in). I was then rushed to the
hospital (where I stayed for
about a week). I was told to go
straight there for fear that an
accident of any kind could kill
me.
At the hospital they took
about 15 blood tests and I was
given a chest X-Ray, sonogram,
and CAT Scan. Thank God that my
tests all came back normal -- I
was then officially diagnosed
with ITP. I was started on
Prednisone (60 mgs) and then a
few days later was given IVIG
for two days (10 hours a pop!) –
the first day I bumped up to
42,000 and day two I was at
81,000 platelets and was
released from the hospital. My
family and I thought that this
crazy ordeal was now over – but
oh no.
Two days later I went back to
my hemos office and was told I
now had only 5,000 platelets.
They crashed very quickly! I was
given three more days of IVIG
(which I didn’t respond to at
all this time) and the doctors
boosted me up to 80 mgs of
Prednisone (which really hurt my
joints - esp my knees). They
also tried WINRO – which did
nothing for me either. I wasn’t
hospitalized – but was told to
stay at home in bed (and I went
on Short Term Disability from
work). When I got my period – it
was so heavy and I was very
lightheaded (losing too much
blood) they had to stop it with
Provera pills.
Things got even worse that
weekend when I went to church on
Sunday and fainted. I almost
crashed into the pew – which
would have sent me straight to
heaven - but thankfully my
boyfriend caught me. At this
point I was totally scared and
thought I had a cranial
hemorrhage - I had never fainted
before. I was told since day one
- that under 10,000 platelets
was a big risk for head bleeds.
I was rushed to the emergency
room – where I was told that I
had 1,000 platelets and that my
Potassium was very low which
caused me to faint. I also had
more symptoms now – slight
bleeding gums/nose and some
mouth sores. They did another
CAT Scan and it was normal – no
head trauma – my biggest
concern!
I was then readmitted to the
hospital (I had sent a thank you
card to the nurses there and I
was sent back there before they
even received the card!). This
time I was in the hospital for
about three weeks (thank God for
my boyfriend, friends,
volunteers, strangers and family
visiting me all the time!!!!),
while they tried to figure out
what to do with me next. I still
wasn't responding to the
Prednisone and the IVIG wasn’t
working anymore (they tried it
third time – two daily doses,
but again - no elevation). My
platelet count ranged between
1,000 and 5,000 for a month.
My family, friends and I were
determined to research/read/and
talk to everyone (esp. –
doctors) about ITP to find some
sort of help. It seemed that no
one really knows that much about
ITP – which scared me even more.
At this point I was so ready to
go under the knife and get my
spleen taken out – which seemed
a better route than the chemo or
other “experimental” drugs I was
hearing about.
I then came across some
information on the Internet
about the possible H-Pylori
connection and asked my hemo to
test me. She took a blood test
and a few days later she happily
told me it was positive – maybe
we were onto something!!! I then
took a breathe test – which
turned up negative – but I was
told that some of the my
stomach-protection medicine that
I was on may have messed up the
results. My hemo and the
consulting infectious disease
doctor – decided to treat me for
the H-Pylori (especially after
the doctors saw the Jan cover
story of HemoOncolgy Times -
breaking news section - on ITP &
H-Pylori – we all felt that this
had to be some sort of sign (and
it was my first glimmer of
hope!)!!! So, I began taking the
two-week antibiotics mixture (Amoxicillian,
Biaxon, and Previcid). The link
to this article is http://www.hemonctoday.com/200201/frameset.asp?article=eradicate.asp
(share it with your doctor!!).
One of my nurses also wrote an
editorial on my story in one of
the nursing magazines last year!
One week into the treatment,
we began to lose hope when there
was no elevation in the
platelets (esp. with all the
stomach pain I was now enduring
– mega medication overdose!). I
was so disappointed and thought
it was a flop, and began hating
the world - so I was now ready
to be scheduled for the
spleenectomy and met with the
surgeons.
Suddenly, it was me wanting
to take my spleen out (I was
ready to do anything to get back
to my life – I was going nuts
after a month of numerous tests,
hospitals and stress!) and my
hemo “firmly” stating it was not
yet time to take the spleen out.
“Patience” was her mantra for
me.
I remember her sitting in my
room – I had tears streaming
down my face….crying was no
longer strange for the once
happy me. She told me that she
had spoken with another Dr. from
John Hopkins who suggested we
try the IVIG one more time –
this time for 5 days straight. I
was not game for this at first,
because of the three prior
failed attempts and I hated the
10 hour connection time –
headaches it caused, etc.
Anyway, she persuaded me to try
it again (she said there was
something in his voice – very
professional and mature - that
made her feel it was very
important for us to try again,
especially after the H-Pylori
treatment (to see if it now
allowed the IVIG to work
properly and boost me up).
SURPRISE!!!! The IVIG worked
this time and boosted me up a
lot each day. I started the 4th
round of IVIG at 5,000
platelets. Day 1 – I was at
21,000, Day 2 – I was at 39,000,
Day 3 – I was at 81,000, Day 4 -
I was at 111,000 and Day 5 – I
was at 149,000!!!!). I was
released again from the hospital
-- after 3 weeks of being stuck
there ready to die (I never knew
my parents, friends, and I were
capable of producing so many
tears!). However, even though
the hospital was releasing me -
I was still terrified based on
how I crashed back down to 5,000
platelets the time before.
I went to the doctor two days
later (Ash Wednesday to be exact
-- and I had 217,000 platelets.
My hemo, her partner, my parents
and I burst into tears of joy! I
then went right to church to
thank God!
UPDATE:
It's now been almost a year
and a half since that IVIG
treatment and I'm now staying at
about 200,000 platelets
(med-free) and PRAYING that they
continue to stay up!!!! I'm
enjoying life again and I'm
finally off the Prednisone -
which NEVER seemed to work for
me (highest dose was 80mg).
Thank God the platelets stayed
up when I tapered off the
medication!
The Prednisone made me gain
about 18 pounds within just a
few weeks - which I wasn't happy
about - but I’ve since lost
almost all of it!!!!! I'm hoping
that the H-Pylori did have
something to do with my ITP - so
that it will be over and gone.
NOTE: I was also on the birth
control pill a few months before
getting ITP - and stopped taking
it in January - but that didn't
seem to make a difference.
Early 2002 was a crazy few
months for my family and I, but
I was/am lucky to have a
fantastic team of doctors. They
continue to take the time to
completely listen me and they
appreciated the fact that my
loved ones and I researched
everything possible and
encouraged me share it with them
all. My family and I spoke with
doctors all over the U.S. I
firmly believe a miracle lead me
back to health so quickly!
Without the information on
H-Pylori – I may not have a
spleen today and I might not be
better yet! It is odd that I
went to the dr’s in the first
place (I was set to play
Volleyball the next day! Talk
about a close call), that I
found the breaking news story on
H-Pylori right when I was about
to get the operation and also
that of all places --- I fainted
in church - talk about signs
from above...
Some people are very critical
of the whole H-Pylori connection
- but it seems to have worked
for me. If I can help one person
with my story - it's worth it to
me to keep discussing it! I had
ITP for 1 1/2 months -- which
was complete Hell for me and my
family and friends. I will never
forget what I’ve been though –
looking in your loved ones eyes
and wondering if you are going
to be alive the next day….this
was the most frightening feeling
in the world and still is
sometimes. I constantly wonder
if this will happen again –
every little bruise I get is a
five-alarm fire for me. However,
I consider myself extremely
lucky when I read about other
peoples’ heartaches! I am also
completely grateful to all those
who helped me through this rough
time (esp – my family, friends
and boyfriend –--- who has since
become my fiancée!!!).
I wish you all the best of
luck in a speedy recover -
please feel free to let me know
if you have any questions
-
(put ITP in the subject line).
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