It all changed with one VERY big word
IMMUNE MEDIATED THROMBOCYTOPENIA.
On the evening of January 18th, 2015 I learned that my best friend for over 11 years had an autoimmune disease and her body was essentially killing itself. I have never felt more hopeless in my life. But let’s back up a bit. My best friend, Roxanne, and I met when I was 15 years old. She was the hilariously clumsy 2lb Chihuahua puppy and I was the not-so-hilariously clumsy 6 foot tall girl with a mouth full of metal. Needless to say it was a match made in heaven. Fast forward to that evening. Sitting in the emergency vet awaiting the suggestion was awful. I felt sick. When the Dr came in and suggested chemo, I think my jaw hit the floor. How was that going to make her feel better? She didn’t even have cancer. After 2 rounds of chemo, a blood transfusion, 1 year of meds and 18 months of regular/weekly bloodwork I am happy to say that my now (nearly 13 year old) best friend is back to her outgoing and clumsy self.
Pet Name: Roxanne
Posted By Karlee Kelmel