In the next 5 days, I’ll be listing some things (cliche or not) that I’m extremely grateful for and I’m doing this to remind myself of the great things that I’ve experienced in my life that I don’t give myself enough credit for or for the great things that I have and I don’t show much appreciation for. This is to ground me. To interrupt my anxiety. Thank you for reading.
At the age of 10, I was diagnosed with myelodysplasia and HTLV 1 and 2. Of course at that tender age, I was clueless as to what those sicknesses were but I was more concerned and utterly terrified of how my life would turn out thereafter. Would I get old enough to graduate university like my sister? Would I get married? Have children?
Guess I was an overthinker from since mi born (that’s my Caribbean accent coming out there lol.) If you’d like to read up more on those illnesses, you can click this link here.
After being admitted in the hospital for 3 months, I went back to school just in time to sit my exams (which I aced) and I went on to make my way through secondary school. Fast forward to year 2016 November, I ended up falling terribly ill. Again. I was getting really bad shivers, aggressive headaches, sharp pains in my chest and I was feeling faint-ish all the time. I’d also get rel (real) tired rel fast.
I surprisingly managed to make it through Christmas and I was about to start my second semester of university when suddenly… Boom. Ya girl fell ill again. Wow.
And unfortunate enough for me, it took me 4 trips to the hospital for them to realize that I was experiencing a relapse of my illnesses. But this time, it was way worse.
The normal blood count for a woman is 13.5 (insert measurement here). Wanna guess what mine was?
Yeah. It was 3.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, I contracted a sickness called dengue somehow and it had gotten so bad that it started attacking my already messed up blood cells. I was immediately hospitalized and a bunch of awkward bizzaro tests done on me which still trigger me up to this day. I stayed for about 5/6 days where the first three days I wasn’t allowed to eat. After that, I was given huge bags of blood through an IV to replenish my blood supply. A hearty thank you to all those that donated their blood to me. And also to those that visited. You’ll be blessed; I love you.
I was extremely happy to leave the hospital. Feeling the sun on my face was a beautiful feeling. I had lost tons of weight (which I regained ayyy) and my face was clear af (not anymore ayyy) and things were good.
It’s June 2018 and I’ve been feeling okay since then. And I’m happy with that.
Life is our most precious gift. We tend to forget to give thanks for it. So I’m writing this post as an ode to King JC upstairs. Plainly put, I could’ve died if I wasn’t treated properly in time. But I didn’t. And that’s a lot to thank God for. I’m grateful.