Brian’s fitness journal after a brain stroke
Mother Nature, apparently not done with her little games, has turned the thermostat down again. Because of the weather, my morning runs will once more be pushed to the post-breakfast slot next week. As if cold weather weren’t enough of an ambush, my calendar is also staging its own kind of coup. Next week brings a dentist visit on Wednesday, and then on Thursday? Thursday is what I’m generously calling “a double-stick special”: a hematology appointment that may be my last (fingers firmly crossed). Then, I have a nephrology lab visit. Two blood draws in one day. C’est la vie, or, as I like to call it, c’est ma vie.
Now, for those just joining this blog, here’s some context. When your kidneys decide to retire early, as mine did, anemia tends to show up as an uninvited houseguest. Add thalassemia into the mix (which I’ve carried since childhood), and you’ve got yourself a blood situation that’s, let’s say, medically interesting. I’ve been receiving treatment at the hematology center every two weeks, which isn’t exactly what you’d call convenient when there’s a lawn to tend and a life to live. But here’s the good news: it’s working. I’ve been running at a noticeably better pace lately, and I genuinely hadn’t appreciated just how much my blood condition had been quietly dragging me down until now. Turns out, healthy red blood cells are a bit of a performance enhancer. Who knew?
Living with Thalassemia and Kidney Disease
Meanwhile, my wife, the unofficial research director of our household, has been diving into medical journals on thalassemia and its relationship to organ failure. She’s found some sobering material, particularly about how sickle cell traits can contribute to vascular blockages. As for why my own kidneys failed in the first place, that mystery remains stubbornly unsolved. I don’t smoke, I’m not a heavy drinker, we ate well before any of this began, and when the doctors ruled out cancer, we were left with a medical shrug. My wife keeps digging anyway. I think it’s her way of trying to make sense of something that doesn’t quite add up. I find it equal parts touching and impressive.
On a lighter note:
The intersection near the dentist’s office is finally repaired, which means the walk there will no longer require navigating a small construction labyrinth. Small victories, friends. And logistically, the routes to the hematologist and back from the nephrologist on Thursday should be a little less of an ordeal this time around.
Until next time, may your week have fewer needle sticks than mine.