I went to see the hematologist today. He seemed pretty confident that my anemia is a result of many years of horrifically heavy periods. I’ll spare you the details, but will say they must be cause for concern if they have led to permanent loss of red blood cells. As I was educated today, those are the ones you need for energy, and I happen to be three units short. A healthy person should have at least twelve, and seven is real bad. I have 8.7.
Of course, I have been taking iron pills for a couple weeks now, so it’s possible that number has come up. They took more blood today to see. When I told the doctor I was taking the iron pills with my meals because they upset my stomach, he didn’t seem very optimistic. He said it’s best to take them on an empty stomach so the body absorbs them before they are digested. I’m not real crazy about that, but if that’s what it takes then I guess that’s what I’ll do. Worst case scenario, I’ll have to get the iron via infusion, but I’m a regular at the infusion center so that doesn’t bother me.
I should hear back from the doctor with the test results and his recommendation for treatment within the next day or so. Beyond that, I’ll see the hematologist next month for follow-up and more blood work. He wants me to see my gynecologist as well to see if we can get those monster periods under control. (Mom, don’t say hysterectomy. I know it’s a possibility.)
I was remarking to Mike while we were waiting that I don’t think I would know what to do with myself if I were healthy. It’s just become such a normal thing for me, to be dealing with health issues. But – with God’s strength I am still here, still living, still thriving, and still finding joy in the simple things. Still Mindy.