As stated in a previous post, I was diagnosed as having a blood disease called hemochromatosis.
This week, I had my second blood removal, which is properly known as phlebotomy. The procedure is simple enough, it’s just like blood donation.
Only, I am not donating blood that may save someone’s life. In fact, as of now, I am not allowed to donate blood. In fact, should I ever require surgery, I must use my own blood. My blood is like a poison to anybody else, in addition to it being a poison to myself. That is somewhat extreme, yet in essence, it is the truth.
Yesterday was harrowing. After the removal was completed, I feel my usual dizziness. Fifteen minutes later, trepidation had set in. I was completely disoriented; my vision became totally blurry, and nearly collapsed. The nurses have to observe you for thirty minutes, so I received assistance immediately. It took nearly a whole hour before I could leave the clinic.
I had was informed that my iron levels were high over ten years ago and it was mentioned more than once over the next couple of years after. I was living in Las Vegas when I first heard of high iron. Before moving back home this year, I resided in Atlanta. My doctors there never said a word about it. Now I am finally back in my hometown, and my new doctors are scrambling to get me treatment.
I went through a period of extreme anger. I wondered why my doctors in Atlanta did not see the problem, while everyone else did. I am less bitter, but the thought stills sits in the back of mind.
Up next is a MRI to check my liver for any signs of cirrhosis, along with my pancreas and thyroid. Plus, I saw a nutritionist today. My diet needs to be closely monitored, especially when considering my iron intake. No cereal, citrus, or raw seafood. Red meat and blue fin tuna consumption must be kept to a minimum.
Thank you all for support.