Today, exactly a year ago I was diagnosed with a condition called ITP - a condition of having low platelet count. The days leading up to Mar 9, 2010 were crucial. Initially, I noticed some blood clots on my arms and legs and on my upper body, (pale pink dots and worst part was it started spreading) and I had not taken this seriously. A day or two later I started bleeding through my nose and my teeth gums. By this time I realized something is seriously not right, so I went to a clinic to get a blood test done. My platelet count was very low at 11,000; doctor advised me I need to get admitted immediately as my condition was potentially serious but I was in no position to accept that as I felt great physically and apart from the bleeding I didn’t feel there was anything wrong with me. I was also adamant I needed to attend my 1st internals (of my 6th sem) no matter what the following day, so I declined getting admitted to a hospital. After much deliberation and insistence from my mom I finally gave in and got admitted to Manipal Hospital (in a very dramatic fashion I might add) at around 4AM on Mar 9th. Few hours ago my platelet count was 11,000 but now in hospital it had reduced to 5,000 and dangerously decreasing.“When life tries to fuck your case, show life your middle finger and say, ‘Fuck you, I ain’t going down without a fight!’”
The next few months that followed were the toughest months of my life; mentally, physically and emotionally. My platelet count kept fluctuating below 10,000 for the next 40 days or so and no signs of recovery in sight. At this time due to all the side effects of the medication, I had gained a whole chunk of weight, (I had literally gained 15kgs in 2 days at one point). To top that my bleeding hadn’t stopped, apart from the gums and nose I started bleeding through my motions as well (and every conceivable hole in my body, well maybe I'm exaggerating a bit but it certainly felt that way!). I had developed some petechial rashes throughout my upper body and face and some of the rashes exist even to this day.
It was more of a mental battle for me rather than physical. I kept fighting, never gave up. I used to feel frustrated because my condition was not improving, also because I couldn’t do anything in my power to make it improve. A little nervousness kept creeping up in my heart every now and then and I used to have some weird illusions in my head, maybe due to the medication which made it very difficult for me to sleep every night (I really can’t explain those feelings in words).
Finally after struggling for more than two months with this condition which included almost a month in a hospital bed, I finally started showing some signs of recovery and my platelet count started improving. Today, my platelet count stands at a healthy and safe 326,000 and most importantly it’s keeping steady at that level from the past 6 months and hopefully will stay that way in future.
But what really kept me going was, I had the support of my wonderful family and my beloved friends who kept supporting me all the way through thick and thin. I will forever be indebted for their support and care. Every “How are you now?” “Get well soon” “Take Care”, every text message, every Facebook comment, every call asking about my health meant everything to me. It made me a lot stronger and gave me strength to carry on. I will never ever forget it.
THIS POST IS ESPECIALLY DEDICATED TO ALL THE SPECIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE WHO WERE THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEEDED THE MOST. THANK YOU!