Believing
that I had a gallbladder issue, due to a continuous pain I have been suffering
for more than a month, I ended on the emergency room (again).
For me it
was a routine visit related to a gallbladder pain, I thought: maybe I will get
some painkillers through the vein and then go back home... tomorrow I'll go to
work, etc, etc... But this time the night before I had fever and the nurse
explained to me that they needed a blood sample.
The results
were back and the Doctor asked my husband to come and sit, I noticed he was
really serious and stiff and told us the results were abnormal, that something
in my blood was somewhat strange, I only had 7 platelets and almost no blood
cells of any kind. I felt the doctor was really scared, more than me, but he
always told us the truth from the beginning which was very different approach
from what I was accustomed (being born and raised in Venezuela – South America).
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| Venezuela my country of origin |
I was in a
private hospital with no insurance, so the doctor suggested to be transferred
to the Royal Women Brisbane Hospital, the biggest and advanced hospital of
Brisbane and a cancer investigation centre. After a few minutes the paramedics
arrived and took me to this hospital in an ambulance (I have never been in an
ambulance before), we waited to be admitted at the emergency about two hours it
was almost dawn by now.
In all this
time my friends took turns with Oscar (my husband) to stay with me and keep me
company, I never felt alone but I was really scared, I trembled like a leaf... they thought I was cold but I wasn't.
I was admitted…
Oscar filled up a lot of paperwork by my bedside and he usually answered
questions for me, I was just trembling and thinking.
On the
emergency room I was seeing and observing everything around, you are in a bed
on a ‘room’ made from curtains and all is clean, organized and you could say:
pretty and sterile.
I remember
the doctor that attended me had beautiful red hair and was a Canadian, always
stayed with us and never left my side. She said more blood test will be needed but they were certain that I had some kind of cancer blood.
So, I had to have a blood transfusion, the
first of my life, the doctor sat with us chatting and checking my vital signs
all the time just in case I had some reaction to the blood. Nothing weird happened.
Of course
she asked us why we decided to move permanently to Australia (I imagine getting
us distracted from the whole thing) and she told us why she moved from Canada
to Australia as well.
Nurses came
in, they needed another blood sample, they keep doing tests, I had a platelets transfusion
as well, for each process a bunch of doctors came in and I had to sign consent
forms for everything, I really lost count about all the papers I signed since I
came in that night.
The morning
came, I certainly didn't sleep at all, and Oscar stood there with me in a
really small and uncomfortable chair.
At one moment I remember I told my husband: "It's ok, all is going to be fine, don't worry"
Since that day
the 7 of February of 2012, three days after mi 31th Birthday, I did not left
the hospital until four and a half weeks later.
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