Two steps back... maybe
Like my ability to swear off sweets, my iron infusions were short lived. I had been told a couple would be required to get my iron levels to normal. Unfortunately, after the reactions I experienced, albeit not as bad as they could have been, the doctor said she didn't feel comfortable giving me another dose. Walking through T.J. Maxx, holding my cell phone in one hand and a cute spring dress in another, I leaned in to push the red cart with my elbow and make sure I was hearing properly. "But I don't understand. Isn't it more important that I get the iron? I can go through the side effects again". My pleas were not successful as the nurse on the other end explained, "I'm sorry but if you react at all the first time, the reaction next time would be much more severe. We just can't risk it."
My shoulders dropped and suddenly the dress didn't seem near as cute as it had just minutes earlier. "So what happens next?" There were a few seconds of silence followed by a quiet response, "We'll figure it out next time you come in."
"Figuring it out", didn't seem to be anyone's speciality in my Celiac journey. But I soon realized hope was not completely lost... yet. Out to dinner a few days later, I went to fill up my cup with water. Pushing the plastic cup into the water spout, I paused. I had filled up my cup without ice. I lowered the cup to the grate and stepped back, awestruck. In the last year or more my standard routine had been to fill any cup I have to the brim with ice and douse it with whatever liquid could trickle down around the squares of frozen water.
Pica, as it's known, can cause extreme cravings for chewing ice (among other strange items) and is common among people who are anemic. Which I am! Or was perhaps? It may have been a fluke but in the midst of more frustrating unknowns, I smiled. Anyone at the little hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant that night probably questioned the sanity of the woman who stopped to contemplate her life in front of the soda machine. But that's ok with me, I had found a reason to hope that the one iron transfusion I received would make a difference.
It will be weeks before I know for sure, but in the meantime my teeth may, I'm praying, seemingly be in for a break!