I’ve been dealing with thrombocytopenia since it first hit me back in 1987, when my platelet count dropped all the way down to just 1. It was terrifying. I ended up spending a month in the hematology ward, surviving on high doses of corticosteroids until things finally stabilized, but there was a catch... steroids help the count, but they take a toll on you too. This cycle dragged on for about a year before my doctors decided a splenectomy was the only way out. After the surgery—where they used 70 of my own platelets plus who knows how many donor ones—my levels absolutely soared, staying right around 300 without any medication at all. For ten years, I actually forgot what it felt like to take steroids. Then, out of nowhere, the madness returned. My platelets plummeted to 10, and I was covered in bruises everywhere.😕It turns out there was a suspicion of an accessory spleen, which was later confirmed by a CT scan. These days, I manage to keep my counts within the normal range using low-dose corticosteroids (about 6 mg), but it’s a constant struggle. My levels will suddenly crash for no apparent reason, forcing me to bump up the dosage, only to scale it back down once things settle. We’ve discussed removing the accessory spleen, and I’ve actually been hospitalized twice for the procedure, but both times the surgeons decided against it because my counts happened to be in the normal range at that moment. Every time I see a bruise appearing, I start to panic.😠So, that is my long and winding story with platelets.