I guess I should first write about being diagnosed with hairy cell leukemia. Yes, I realize that it is a VERY funny name. It is also VERY rare and VERY treatable. The whole story started with a cannon ball. Not the kind that was in the civil war but rather the kind that kids love to do off diving boards. Bruiser begged and I acquiesced. I did warn him that I was not going to enjoy it as water was going to shoot up my nose, which it did and I did not.
A week later my nose started swelling and since we were headed to the beach for our end of summer beach trip, I went to the doc in the box. He told me that I had a contusion and it would heal. No big deal. But it did bleed quite often and I had began to get tired more quickly. A month, yes A MONTH later the doc in a box called and said I had some unusual lab results and they wanted me to come back in. In the meantime I had tried to give blood but they told me my iron was too low. That had never happened before.
When I went back the the Dr. they ran more blood work to tell me I had low iron and I was anemic. They recommended I go on an iron supplement. Iron supplements can be a pain in the rear, literally. So I did some research and went with gentle iron and it worked well. My iron level came up and the only side effect was, well… things were a little darker. But I was still anemic. They referred me to a hematologist. Oh yeah, my spleen was also enlarged, GREAT!
Who knew that hematologists were also Oncologists? We do now.
More to come,