So its been 10 years since I graduated high school! I can't believe it. Our graduating class is discussing getting together next year to celebrate the occasion.
I am really looking forward to it I must say. Especially since I wasn't suppose to even make it that far. I remember my father telling me about how the doctors told him that they didn't expect me to live long enough to graduate high school so it's nothing short of a miracle that I am helping to plan my 10 year reunion.
Some people say they hated high school and I understand how they feel but for the most part, I really enjoyed it. I had the normal, high school experience not knowing what to wear and all that but having Hemophilia added extra challenges.
For one, I was out sick most of grades 7 and 11. In between that I would be out for days or weeks at a time.
Grade 7 for example I nearly bled to death. My periods were out of control and I developed ovarian cysts that ruptured and bled causing me to have massive internal bleeding.
I was rushed air ambulance to the Children's Hospital where I stayed for more than 6 months.
Now I am 26 and I have no problem talking about my bleeding problem or my period, but when you are in grade 7 it's the last thing you want to talk about.
For the next 6 months I had to stay in the hospital away from all of my friends and family. I got a blood transfusion every 12 hours and countless ultrasounds, ct scans and blood work and that's not even the worst part!
While I was sick, the principal thought it would be a good idea to get all the grade 7's together and have the health nurse explain why I was in the hospital!
I was devastated. A friend of mine called me to tell me what happened and I threw up all night. I think the nurse eventually gave me a sleeping pill to calm me down.
The funny part was nobody really cared. When I got back from the hospital everyone seemed so happy to see me and didn't make fun of me or anything like that.
I still have all the cards and letters from that year. I posted them all around my hospital room and I think I had about every inch of the walls covered. The letters were sweet and funny but most of all encouraging. I couldn't believe the support, care and kindness everyone showed me and I will never forget it as long as I live.
I think having them rooting for me back home helped me get better as quickly as I did.
A reunion means a lot of things to different people but to me it's like going back to see family!