Hello to everyone,
My name is Eric, I live in Greece with my wife Amalia and our wonderful daughter Sophia.
Sophia is the pride, joy and love of our life.
She is intelligent, curious, beautiful, gregarious and cheerful.
her natural instict is to smile, be it when she wakes up in the morning or when she meets new people.
I say these things objectively as only a perhaps a proud father can.
Sophia is 26 months old and has beta thalassemia major.
She was diagnosed December 1st 2006. And on that morning the sky fell on my and my wifes' heads.
We were told by the head of the -quite capable- hematological laboratory in the central pediatric hospital in Athens that despite my having had three previous hemoglobin electrophoresis scans in my life which came out as negative, I had a hidden unusual type of carrier anemia which combined with my wife's quite typical carrier status came out as Talassemia b-major.
Only a detailed molecular test could have brought this up and only if one knew what they were looking for.
This is significant because in Greece we are aware of the disease. Therefore just never ever figured this was the problem with Sophia''s peculiar Hemoglobin readings.
I remember that we were immediately sent over to the specialised Unit that exists in the hospital to meet with the head over there.
This special unit is in a building about 50 meters away. We also had to go down two flights of stairs from the office we were.
To reach the staircase we had to cross a room filled with children. And I leaned over to my wife -we were clutching each other - and said "Not here, we don't want to frighten the children".
I think I was speaking for both of us.
I honestly think I was in and yet not in my conscious self.. It felt like being drunk.
In spite of my age -I'm 32- me and my wife (Amalia is 29) have battled serious disease.
But Nothing prepares you when it is your child.
So, deep breath.
We dived into the unknown sea.
We started transfusions.
As an added bonus, 6 months into transfusions Sophia had a complication and suddenly she had a reacton to the blood she was receiving. he hb levels where just plummeting. A rare sort of hemolytic anemia occured. Is spite of Coombs tests, we havent been able to determine whteher it was due to idiopathic or allopathic reasons. Nevertheless,
As a consequence for about two months she was transfused every 3 to 4 days and went on Cortisone therapy.
Thank God Sophia's body reacted -just as the doctors were about to increase the cortisone levels.
She still is on a very low dosage (it was reduced gradually) and we are back to 21 days or so. (by the way I think she could go easly up to 28 days but the doctors favour a protocol that will supress her own bone marrow from adding Hb. -The current theory is that this helps with reducing bone deformities, of which she has none.).
We are about to start chelation.
Not looking forward to it. But with God's help and Sophia's smile we'll make it.
We've been looking into gene therapy.
We've been looking into BMT.
Sophia is our only child but -as we always wanted at least on more child- we are thinking of going the extra mile and attempting to have an HLA compatible sibling through IVF (we're trying to find out if we can go for both disease free as well as hLA compatible)
We are learnng about the difficulties and dangers of BMT.
Difficult decisions.
But through it all as a family-in spite of our concerns and, yes, fears-:
We are Happy.
Sophia is the only grandchild of dotting grandparents. She is loved to the nth degree.
He life is filled with games and laughter and parents who adore her.
As I write this, Im looking down on my library floor at the glorious mess my daughter's toys and books are making.
Thank God.
All of the above is by way of intro.
My actual reason for posting is twofold:
A)I've lurked here for months. Actually writing and posting has been extremely difficult for me.
Why?.
I hate the idea of singalong cuddly group therapies.
It's just me. the way I'm wired.
I've gone through some stuff in my life and never had I any inclination to discuss my "problems".
For better or for worse my motto is "Deal with it".
So when Sophia's illness came along, our instinct was to inform everyone -and everyone has been just Great and supportive about it- but then to emotionally circle the wagons. Nothing more to say.
Which is OK.
But for one thing:
When it's your child, the hard nosed character just doesn't work.
You can be very afraid. And alone with your thoughts
And while I still might not want to get into a group hug... I can say that in the dark tea time of the soul this site has been a place where I have seen the concerns of my mind reflected. Questions echoing my own. Common hopes.
It's good to know you're not the only one with these concerns.
So kudos to this site.
And,
B) After considerable reflection, research and thought,
I have come to this conclusion about this particular disease which you might want to keep in mind:
We are going to beat this sucker.
Just thought I'd let you in on it.
Glad to be in this together with all of you.