I quietly sat in the airport boarding gate with my eyes screwed shut, shooing all of my symptoms away, as if they were meaningless and undetected. All of the signs of me being sick had been clearly laid out in front of me, yet I chose to ignore them. Bruises and petechiae marred the surface of the pale skin of my legs and hands, and red fluid flowed from my nose and gums. Staying conscious seemed nearly impossible; my head began to feel heavy on my small neck, and all I wanted to do was rest. My parents took notice of my sick state and decided to call …show more content…
To this day, I still have a hard time dealing with my blood disorder. With it comes a lot of limitations, as well as responsibility. Low platelets means no travelling, no roller coasters, no sports, and lots of medicine. Over the years my love for sports grew dimmer, due to my inability to play sports for several months. Going to amusement parks and fairs became very boring considering the fact that I could not go on any rides. I recall a time my friends and I went to a fair; I sat under the blazing sun with multiple of unfamiliar faces, as my friends had the time of their lives. Because we were about to board a plane when I first started feeling unwell, my parents lived with a constant fear of having me travel. Thankfully, although my ITP is not gone, I currently have a healthy amount of blood platelets, which has given me more freedom to do what I