A tiny part of me...

Wednesday was my three year anniversary of being sick. I have been asked by people why I remember it and the reason is that I changed a lot in that time. Honestly before getting sick, I was gossip, a good student, and not overall a strong person. I would cry about simple and useless things. Now, it take soul twisting moments to make this happen, I cry about things that actually matter. I have never actually written what happened and I am going to to do that now, because I am getting better.
It was a normal day on February 9th, 2007. I had just finished my first round of finals in high school. The next day at 4am, I woke up with extreme pain and I was unable to walk. it felt like a knife was being shoved into my stomach. My parent though that it was the flu. I had a flu like this, when I was younger. I was having fevers of over 104 and verily eating. I had to sleep sitting up, otherwise I would scream in pain for the whole night. I had to get help to go the bathroom, getting dressed, and walking. I honestly thought that I was going to wake up dead. The doctor that I saw, was f sure that it was appendicitis. I was rushed to the hospital and had surgery. The next day, I felt the same. Later that week, I went for my surgery check up. I was still having a pain and he said that was normal and that I should try to walk more.
Later that week, I went to see my doctor and she did tons of blood work. I was tested for AIDS, Lupus, RA, and pretty much every disease under the sun and also had me get an MRI. It turned out that my white count was really high and there was a mass on my MRI by the pelvis. With a fever, high white count, and a mass on a MRI, there are only a few things that it could be and on the top of the list is an infection.
After the weekend, I was admitted into the hospital, because they had no clue, what was causing a list of symptoms. My older sister Nicole, came everyday, even on her 18Th birthday, which she brought me a breakfast. My younger siblings came with my dad when they could, but I didn't want them to miss Work or School on my account. An orthopedic doctor finally found out that I had abscess in my right psoas major muscle. The psoas muscle is pretty deep and just above your hip bone. It controls a lot of the lifting that you do with your legs. I went in for an exploratory surgery and they came to a conclusion that it would be risky to open me up. They decide on doing a CAT Scan insertion tube procedure. Since it would be less invasive and I would heal from it more quickly. For the next fifteen days I wasn't allowed to shower and still had to get help walking.
I came home the day before my mom's birthday. I still had to sleep upright and most foods made me sick. I returned to school on March 23rd. I had missed over a month of AP Classes and was still in pain. On April 15th, they figured out that I had Reactive Arthritis in my right hip and I stopped going to school until Sept 2009. I was told to see a Rheumatologist. It took over a month to wait for that appointment and during that time, my uncle died. This was added stress on the family and I think that February 10th just brings a reminder of what is to come. Anyways, when I went to my doctor. I was put on Prednisone, which is an evil medicine that makes you gain weight like you are eating a few pounds of bacon a day. In August of that year, my Rheumatologist figured out that all of my Immunoglobulins were very low. There are five major types of Immunoglobulins: IgA, IgE, IgG, IgD, and IgM. Each of these antibodies are severely important to how the body is ran. Luckily, I found an amazing doctor that found out what was wrong with me. It is Common Variable Immunodeficiency that is caused by severe hypogammaglobulinemia(lack of antibodies). I started getting infusions in January 2008 and will continue to get them every 2-4 week. I still am at high risk for infection and cancer, but I believe that I can make it through.
During this time, I really found what I love. Reading has always been a passion of mine and I discovered that I was to write for living. I also found the wonderful world of book blogging. I am not saying that I am happy that I got sick, but I have met some of my best friends from it and tons of other amazing people. I also want to thank everyone for their support, because it means so much. I seriously appreciate it.