The Results Are In!

Finally, yesterday, I got the results from my bloodwork that I did before I left for Palm Springs. My doctor had a laundry list of 11 things she was testing for, with regards to reasons why I lost Eleanor.

Dr. Dalley called me, late yesterday afternoon. She informed me that she had the results of my bloodwork. She started slowly, with the results that were not as much of a concern. She said I tested positive for Parvo, but that it was inactive, meaning I had an immunity built up, at the time of testing. I'm not sure what the heck that means! I thought that was only a concern for animals, like puppies. She didn't seem concerned, so I didn't either. She also said I tested positive for something that causes SIGS (not SIDS) in babies, but she assured me that almost everyone tests positive for that, and like me, most show an immunity for it. Next, she commented that my white blood cell count was low. Again, she didn't seem concered by it, so I wasn't either. After looking into that, it could be anything from, I had a cold the day of testing, to I have cancer or AIDS. I'm gonna go with the cold theory. We'll look into it further when I visit her.

Finally, we got to the result I was most concerned about. The blood clotting issue. I tested positive for that, like my sister. However, according to my low understanding and vocabulary, I can't remember the name or the type. But I know there are 2 C types and an A type. I have the A type, which is not the type that requires Heparin shots. I just need to take baby asprine, starting today.

Finally, during the conversation, towards the end, I asked her, "So, basically, what you're telling me is, we still have no idea why I lost my baby?" She hesitated and then answered, "Not really. But like I said, most of the time, we never find out why." We chatted about us trying to have another baby, and the course I needed to take if and when I get pregnant, which is basically the same as all of the other times, and that's it.

I was nervous to find out what the results. I felt that if they found something in my blood work that caused it, then it would confirm, in my crazy mind, that it, indeed, was my fault. But then I was afraid that if they found nothing wrong with me, then I would never have an answer. It's a strange catch 22. I wanted to know, but I didn't. I was scared of all outcomes. It was a no win situation.

Now that I know, I'm happy that, basically, I can take care of myself, and be fine. I am happy to know that I am relatively healthy, and nothing major is wrong with me, except for the fact that I have a puppy disease. Weird. Life moves on, unfortunately, and our little blessing of a family will be fine. I'm grateful to have such a wonderful, and aggressive, doctor by my side, helping me through this process.