Monday, November 24, 2008

Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP)

Well this week has been quite a week to get to this point. How do medical moms hold everything together when all it feels like is one blow after another? For me it just seems that as soon as something looks like it will be resolving another mountain is placed before me to climb. This time the mountain is called Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP).

It seems that Corbyn does not have platelets maintaining in his body right now and for unknown reasons. His platelet count is 1000, the normal low according to sites on line is 150,000, and the normal high 400,000-500,000 (depends on the site). With a platelet count of only 1000 it is no wonder he has the horrid bruises he does have.

Yesterday I circled all his bruises and counted 42 circles. Today when we saw the dr there were many more. She told me to expect even more bruises with his platelet levels. I tried NOT to freak out when the urinalysis came back with a moderate amount of blood. But I am glad, ok not just glad but relived, that the leukemia tests came back normal so that was ruled out!!!

We have been severely limited on what he can do. Not to mention Corbyn was suspended from school today for carrying a pocketknife. It turns out the pocketknife is actually an old nail clipper set. Yet, still he had a “dangerous weapon” on school grounds so therefore had to be suspended. This has already started out to be one heck of a week, one I wish I could just curl up in ball and forget about. At least we got to the bottom of the bullying. That was a big misunderstanding and he now realizes that he has not been bullied but just playing with other kids.

I think the best thing to wrap up this week with is a poem that someone posted in my college class. The Author is Unknown.

Don't You Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill.
When funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

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