My story of dealing with Myelofibrosis. It's only a minor set back, so get ready for a major comeback.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
So we made an appointment with Dr. Henry Li, a dude that specializes in blood cancers and a graduate of Stanford and Harvard. Lisa and I are looking at each other on the drive in thinking to ourselves "WTF is going on?" Doc did blood work, asked a bunch of questions on my health, how I was feeling, energy levels, loss of appetite, bone pain, sudden weight loss, all that shit. None of it applied to me except the weight loss. But after we told him that I work out, dropped gluten from most of our diet, and cut back on booze, combo'd with my age, Doc said that things sounded fine. The problem was that I was low on my red blood cell count and my cells were irregularly shaped. Lisa ratted me out to him, telling him how much Ibuprofen I like to consume on a daily level. Armed with this info, Dr. said I had a hole in my stomach and was trickling blood out of it. Dude pulled my Ibuprofen card and put me on an acid blocker to stop the bleeding, as well as told me to take iron pills. He wanted to see me in a month or two to redo some blood work and when we walked out of the doctors office, we felt like we dodged a bullet.