It's good news week

 Well, this week is good news week, and the lucky number is 96!  That's a long way up from last week's dismal and scary 20, or the 36 the week before, and eight times better than that terrifying 12 I had a month ago!  So last week's steroid pulse worked.

Never mind that the right side of my face is tight and shiny, puffed up into the beginnings of the dreaded 'pumpkin face' I had for several months back in 2010. Or that my sleep  at night has been badly disrupted, waking to pee, and not getting back to  sleep for an hour or two, or on one really bad night for two and half hours. Plus all the other high steroid side-effects I've already described.  No wonder I've been grumpy lately!

Finding some good in necessity

There has been one unexpected benefit from the pulse and that's been the steroid 'hyper'. While it's a pain at night to have your brain going so fast you think it will take the top off your skull, in the daytime that much energy and ability to think fast is exhilarating. I've completed a huge lot of work over the past two weeks thanks to this amazing source of energy and surprisingly clear thinking. Not creative work, but nit-picking proofreading for commercial clients, which helps to pay for all my expensive supplements and high quality meat and fish protein. That's very satisfying, since I've been stuck at home for so much of the past few weeks and the hyper mood does not allow for quiet reading and listening to music! 

Sudden energy slumps

The downside is the  way that energy suddenly drops, like it fell out of your body down a chasm.  Whump! It's gone, and I'm left drained and brain dead for several hours.  Until the brain starts up again about 10 pm...

A holiday from the pulse

Since my number was so unexpectedly beautiful, my doctor and I agreed on a week's holiday from the pulse.  We'll see if my face goes down, the other side-effects subside to bearable, and more importantly we'll see if next week's blood test shows the platelets up, at the same level, or down.  My doctor thinks we've turned this low patch around.  I'll believe that when we get a run of good results.

On the bright side

 It's so good to be able to sleep again at night!  To wake and go for a pee, come back to bed and zonk straight into dreamland is wonderful!

Walking through the university early in the morning for my weekly bloodtest is always a pleasure, no matter how shaky I feel when I start out. Here's a secluded corner of the uni grounds:

Feedback from fellow ITP sufferers

Last week I had an email from John, who was diagnosed a year ago. It was lovely to have an email conversation with him, especially as he told me he found this blog helpful.  He described the major changes to his life in the 12 months since his diagnosis - " new routines, new worries, learning to adapt to changes in my life" and the fluctuating low platelet numbers. I'm sure I'm not the only person with ITP who can relate to John's experiences! I would love to hear from others about their experience with ITP.  You can email me or simply comment on this blog.

John was hoping that having a weeekly injection of a medicine called N-Plate would bump up his platelet production. He and his doctors are hoping he can get to 75. 

Romiplostim

N-Plate's pharmaceutical name is Romiplostim. It stimulates the bone marrow to create large numbers of platelets at a time to overcome the immune system's ability to destroy them.  It is not intended to create a full platelet count but to get the platelets over 50.

In the US, the FDA approved Romplostim as a long-term treatment for adults with ITP  who have not responded to other treatments such as steroids,  intravenous immunoglobulin, Rho(D) immune globulin or a splenectomy. In Australia, it is considered very much a last resort treatment, after everything else has failed.

Good luck with your N-Plate, John. Do let us know if you get to 75 and stay there.

More Pains and Pills, but Progress, too

It’s unbelievable what a difference a good night’s sleep can make! Last night I had an almost normal five and half hours, in two goes – the first a blissful four hours long! I don’t remember being this sleep deprived since my children were little and I had a sick baby and an active toddler to cope with. At that time, I also had a loving husband who did the yucky bits like getting up and changing the pooey nappies, and heating bottles. But I still walked around during the day as if I was under water!

No pooey nappies now, 30-odd years later, thank goodness, but the latest set of steroid side-effects has wrecked my ability to sleep more than two hours at a time, if I’m lucky. For the latest - in what seems like a time bomb of steroid effects - is nightly attacks of extremely painful leg cramps. On a really bad night they wake me every hour, exactly 60 minutes later than the previous bout, and can only be calmed, or at least reduced to the point where I hope I can fall asleep, by walking around and rubbing in a muscle relaxing blend of essential oils called Be Relieved. This has always worked wonders on my ongoing musculo-skeletal problems, but I think only gives me psychological support in dealing with the vicious cramping in my calves and feet.

Somehow, last night, I managed to circumvent the cramps by dosing myself at bedtime with codeine-enhanced painkillers swallowed with warm milk and honey and a biscuit. Praise be – I had four hours zonked out, before a cramps-lite woke me at 3.30!

Cramps a Sign of Magnesium Deficiency

It turns out, muscle cramping and muscle weakness are signs of a magnesium deficiency, which we can lay indirectly at the feet of the prednisone treatment.

Prednisone inhibits the uptake of calcium, as we already know, and I’m taking extra daily calcium. But it also apparently depletes the body’s supplies of magnesium, and inhibits the uptake of more. Magnesium is involved in a complex dance with calcium to relay nerve messages and contract muscles. Hence the cramping. A deficiency of magnesium can also cause or exacerbate palpitations, which also bother me during the night.

So now I have a bottle of magnesium supplement, complete with extra Vitamin D3, vitamin B6 and Vitamin C, to add to the handful of pills I take with food morning and evening. But if it works – if it knocks off the cramping and the palpitations, and gives me a good night’s sleep again - I will truly be a happy camper!

Progress with Pills

The regional city I grew up in had as its municipal motto “Progress with Prudence”. As a schoolgirl, this always made me giggle, since “Prudence” was the glamorous blonde head girl of the private school I attended. However, I understand the City Fathers meant that they were forward looking but not irresponsible.

Well, as a matter of personal philosophy, I loathe being reliant on pills and pharmaceutical products for my health and wellbeing. But, I am being prudential, cautious – maybe even open-minded, and embracing the necessity of them right now.

Today I was able to cut my steroid dose back to 15mg for the next 12 days until I see my specialist again. Meanwhile, if the magnesium takes effect, and the reduced prednisone means lessened side-effects, I will keep taking the little white pills, the big white pills and the big pink pills. Another good night’s sleep like last night’s, and I’ll start to believe I’m human again!

A Beautiful Number

When former Australian Federal Labor Treasurer, Paul Keating was what he described as “the Placido Domingo of Australian politics”, he would often speak lyrically of “beautiful numbers”. Yesterday, I had a beautiful number of my own.

I’d had an absolutely crap 10 days, with each successive day seeming worse. I’d developed a heavy cold the day after taking part in the Walk Against Warming, and was already aware from my previous visit with my haematologist that my thrombocytes were disappearing again. On December 11 they had dropped to 119,000, and the professor warned that if they kept dropping, he would have to put me back into hospital to administer more IV immunoglobulin, and probably do a bone marrow test to see what was going on.

So by yesterday, December 23, I was feeling so wretched – absolutely no energy most days and no brain power either – that I was convinced they must have dropped to 60,000 or less. I even put myself under “house arrest” for the last 3 days, (apart from friends taking me downstairs to the coffee shop in my apartment building), terrified that if I went out on the street during the Christmas shopping frenzy I’d get knocked over and start bleeding internally.

Not only had I convinced myself, but also my family and close friends, all of whom were very worried for me.

When I saw the professor after my blood test, and he asked how I was feeling, I replied, gloomily, “I’ve felt better.”

“No.” he replied, “You’ve felt a lot worse. Your platelets are up to 193,000. You’re almost back to normal.”

So I poured out my sad story as he sat there, grinning broadly. He had the decency to acknowledge that I had indeed suffered, and explained that most of the misery would have been from the cold, exacerbated by the still-annoying steroid side-effects – most especially the lack of sleep.

The Good Things About Taking Steroids

So, in acknowledgement of the very real benefits I’ve received from my daily prednisolone this past couple of weeks, I’ve decided to list the positives:

• My thrombocyte count is almost back to normal
• I don’t have to spend Christmas in hospital, eating incredibly bland food & having daily blood tests and IV transfusions
• I'm up so early, I can watch the daily miracle of the dawn from my balcony, really conscious of the earth rolling from east to west as the sun rises over the tall gum trees behind the university
• Being up so early, I have time to do some stretches & gentle exercises before breakfast
• My eczema is temporarily suppressed - I can eat foods from the nightshade group- tomatoes, capsicums and chillis, that would normally bring me out in a rash within half an hour.
  At last my homegrown basil can combine as it should with fresh tomatoes for the perfect vitamin-rich summer salad!

A Christmas Break

Since my haematologist thinks I’m safe until I see him again mid-January, (so long as I’m sensible), and has given me permission to travel, I’m able to accept my friends’ invitation to spend a few days with them and their cats over Christmas in the beautiful Blue Mountains town of Katoomba.