October 22, 2010 12:30 AM

In the beginning...

And that's exactly what it was two years ago this evening as the doctors tarted to try to find what was causing my hemoglobin count to be half what it should be. For the first time in my life I was given a blood transfussion(little did I know that there were many more to come). But, I said to myself, that it can't be that bad if two pints of blood can "fix" you up.

So, there I lay in the cardio ward as they were afraid that I might have a heart attack or something and they were watching me like a hawk. Needless to say, the evening passed uneventfully and they began in earnest the next day to seek the source of my problem.

There are only three possible paths here. Either something was destroying my hemoglobin, I was losing it, or I was not making it. The tried the first two paths with no success and were at a loss as to what the problem was. For me this was rather unnerving as I had not been in the hospital in over 30 years and no one had ever found anything wrong with me. It was somewhat surreal to say the least.

Every day from now on reflects back on another step in the process to ascertain my problem and to fix it.

It's hard to believe that it's been two years. It's gone by fast and yet it's gone by slow as well.
And each year I can't help but relive those initial days once more. And each year is a gift that I don't deserve but one that I have been given.

What a two year ride it has been. And the ride continues...

Bob


Bob