I haven't been on here in a really long time; I've been in remission since last March. I was diagnosed last January after finding a mysterious rash on my legs, which of course was petechiae, and black spots on my tongue. Admitted to the hospital with a platelet count of 2,000.
I've been told my hematologist was very extreme with my treatment: by 7 weeks in I'd been through high-dose prednisone, IVIG, had a PICC line put in, splenectomy (which initially (?) failed), high-dose Dexamethasone, 3 doses of Rituxan, and finally, Nplate injections. I had started Rituxan prior to splenectomy, but my counts weren't ever getting above 25k and would drop back down to 1 or 2k within a few days. It seemed like everything was moving really fast and my doctors made me feel like I was on the brink of death at any moment, even though I wasn't having many bleeding symptoms.
A week or so after my splenectomy my counts plummeted, and I was pretty depressed and suicidal, watching my friends at college carry on with their lives and the seeing leeching effect I was having on my parents with my medical bills. I was literally just lying on their couch waiting to heal up enough so that I could kill myself; I had even started planning out the notes I'd leave to family and friends.
Later that week, however, I ended up finally getting better after my last dose of Rituxan, which was intended to be sort of a "throw it in the mix, see what happens" sort of solution. But it worked. After another month or so of Nplate, I started getting counts of 450k+, so we stopped everything, and that's where I've been since.
I realize there are many people who've been through a hell of a lot worse than me on here, but I suppose I'm reaching out to see how you've coped with recurrances and especially the uncertainty of everything. I'm nearing the 1-year anniversary of my diagnosis, and I find myself honestly scared shitless that this thing is coming back, even though I probably have little reason to feel that way. For awhile, I pretty much blocked out all memory of having ITP, but the past few weeks, nearing the 1-year anniversary of my diagnosis, I've been having almost PTSD-like symptoms. I have nightmares about my counts taking a dive again and needles getting stuck in me at every turn (I have a pretty intense needle phobia, which has been loads of fun), and I'm really jittery and distracted most of the time. I keep replaying some of the worse moments of the entire ordeal in my mind, and I honestly can't think of anything worse than being back in that situation again: going from being a high-energy, successful college student to this terrified shell of myself in a hospital gown.
I'm sorry if this sounds terribly dramatic. I feel bad even putting this on here because I know I have it so much better than most with my counts being sky high, but I really don't know what to do or where to go. I don't want to burden my friends or family. Everything just feels so impermanent, like I could lose everything at any moment. Has anyone felt like this before or have any advice on how to deal with it?
Thanks,
Sarah