I got some fairly scary news today. I’ve been too anxious to really talk about what’s been going on. On the day I had my spinal headache, my doctor was disturbed by my low platelets–in the 80,000s. I was referred to a hematologist, and had to wait until today for an appointment. Today my numbers were 68,000. That’s really not good. “Normal” ranges from 150,000 to 400,000. They took, literally, about 10 more vials of blood from me today, and I’ll have an ultrasound next week of my abdomen and repeat blood work. So far, we have no answers, but the best we can hope for is Idiopathic thrombocytopenic purpura. That’s a “diagnosis of exclusion,” and probably means no other problems. It would, however, be a problem for delivery, because it puts me at risk for bleeding, so I’ll have to go on prednisone to get my platelets up. “HELLP” was mentioned, but nothing else specifically because the possibilities are so endless. We really have no answers of any kind, just an indication that something’s really rather wrong.
I noticed the doctor asked me three times when I’m due. I wish I could be an optimist and figure this will work out, but if I’m honest with myself, I’m not confident.
As if the middle second trimester of a pregnancy doesn’t suck enough for me. I wish I had more of that courage someone once accused me of.
One last thing–I didn’t publish this post really widely on Facebook. I’m feeling a bit reticent until I know more.