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Even as a four-year-old I wanted to be a pretty girl.  Dressing up for dance recitals was one of my favorite things.

My Sore Butt

I am icing my butt tonight. 

I have a beautiful contusion on my left side posterior.  I was working with a partner in our show, For Bianca, and trying out a slightly dangerous tumbling move.  Something went wrong, we both lost balance, and I fell from a handstand directly onto his foot  onto my left hip, well rear hip area.  We both cringed for a few minutes, promising we weren't completely injured.  The thing is, I don't just bruise.  With my blood disease around, I sort of get demolished.  I usually take pictures of my bruises, and they used to be FAR worse before Soliris, but they still get pretty purple.  A year ago, this fall would have not only broken my 110 pound body in half, but I was on blood thinners so it actually could have killed me.  I love that I get to do handstands now, even if I fall from time to time.


Before I share my collection of bruise pictures, let me give you some background.

If my bruises are visible, Matthew gets looks.  Actually, any person I hang out with gets looks.  I used to meet up with my friends at bars with bruises all up and down my arms, most of them finger bruises.  It looked like someone was grabbing me and throwing me across the room at night.  I assure you, no one was.  I would get them from hugging.  I remember one time I saw a friend of mine for the first time in a while, and I ran to hug him.  He picked me up, and I wrapped one leg around his hip.  It hurt, but I was so happy to see him I didn't think about it.  The next day, I had an inner thigh bruise and a lower side back bruise from where his fingers squeezed me.  I got bruised from hugs, truly.  You can just imagine what the pole dancing was doing to me...

When I was in college, they called me "The Poster Child of Stage Combat"  because I always had a permanent bruise on my left shoulder blade, where I would roll on the floor.  I developed many nicknames throughout the years:  Bruisy Bruisinella was one of my favorites.  I even worked at a stunt show years later and had to roll on concrete to escape motorcycles driven by the Joker's Henchmen.  Let's just say it was a good thing my costume required pants and covered shoulders.    

But the really funny thing is my history of butt bruises.  Granted I have taken my share of falls from 5 inch heels, and I don't recommend it.  I don't know how tall people deal with falling.  

 But when I met Matthew in graduate school, we were assigned a swashbuckling scene together.  We were to choreograph the famous duel in The Three Musketeers between D'artagnon and Athos.  I played D'artagnon as a female, so we made it a bit flirty.  At one point, Matthew was supposed to whip me in the butt with his sword, and of course we rehearsed it many times.  Now, I didn't know I had a blood disease back then, but after getting hit solidly with a metal whip ever fifty times, anyone would get a mark (Matthew hits pretty hard in combat too).  A week into rehearsing this I was limping a little, and my professor, Aaron Anderson asked me if I was ok.  "I have a huge bruise from this scene!" I said, and pulled down my yoga pants to show him and the class.  Now looking back, that did seem a little bold, even for me.  I barely knew any of them at the time because it was only about three weeks into the semester.  But they all saw my butt bruise that day, and yes, my bright red panties.

On New Years Eve a month ago, Sabrina tripped me in the street and I fell, warranting a very painful bruise on my left butt cheek.  It had just healed until this most recent butt-astrophe.  I thought it would be fun to compile my bruise pictures for you.  So, here you are:  some of my favorite contusion memories.  It isn't Pin-Ups, and it isn't quite Kidneys, but I think it falls somewhere in between.  


I got this one from hitting my face of the car door when the wind blew it open.  This bruise lasted two months:

A bloody nose AND a black eye, but no one ever hit me.  I had a bloody nose for about six months.

Here is that thigh bruise I got from the over zealous hug.  Notice all the other bruises I have:

Transplant bruise.  This one was legitimate:

My post IV bruises:

And here is my newest butt bruise on day 2:

 And day 4.  They always get worse before getting better:

I think this one is going to last a while...

For Bianca

There is a girl in Australia.  Her name is Bianca and she has aHUS.  She, unlike me, does not have access to Soliris, or Ecluzimab.  If you have been following this blog, you have probably seen the older pictures of me in hospitals with tubes coming out of me, sitting on a machine.  That was how I lived before Soliris.

The sad truth is Bianca could die from aHUS.  It has caused her kidneys to fail already, which means she has to do dialysis every day for about four hours, and then plasma exchange (a very similar experience) for another four hours.  This was also my experience.  It was soul-sucking. 

So some of my students and I have decided to put up a fundraiser for her to raise awareness and money for her cause.  The admission for the show is completely free.  We are only asking that people pay what they can.  The show is being produced by Hartel Dance Group in Oklahoma City.   Here is the show poster.  If you want to see some really interesting dance and movement pieces done by local artists, stop by and have a glass of wine with us. 

Can't come to the show?  Don't live in Oklahoma?  Here is the part where anyone can help her, even from across the world.  I have put up my paypal button again at the right.  If you want to donate any money to her cause, every cent will go to her in a lump sum from For Bianca.  Please help this 17 year-old reach her 18th birthday.  aHUS people have a tendency to give back times 1000 once they get better, trust me.  This girl will be amazing. 

I have to get this post out first.

I watched a short video of Lizzie Velasquez, and that girl is really inspiring. 

Here is her link:

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Wellness/texas-woman-gain-weight-bullied/story?id=17228529

Check it out if you haven't heard about her.  She has a disease that is unnamed and has disfigured her face.  She can't gain weight.

Now, I am feeling a little bullied.  I never really put it that way until I watched her video.    I have to admit though that "bullied" is the only word for this feeling.  I have a trigger response to bullying.  Not the typical Italian one either.  Although I wonder why that doesn't deter people from picking on me....they have no idea what my relatives in Toronto are like.  No, when I get bullied, I work my ass off and leap forward.  I think that stems from my disease.  aHUS is a bully too.

(No, I am not going to name any names here.  It wouldn't matter.  They would never take time to actually read my blog!)

I guess I am a little surprised still.  I know I have probably posted about this before, but my memory is come and go.  I thought after what I have been through, that people would give me some exceptions.  I mean, if I knew someone with a really rough disease, I would go out of my way to help them accomplish their goals if it was in my power to help.  But that isn't always the case.  Chronically ill people get a lot of attention, even if they don't want it that way.  That can be hard to understand by the possible healthy attention hoarders around them.  I think people with chronic illness become really strong people for several reasons. 

1)  There are good days and bad days.  You become addicted to the good days, and when a bad day comes around, if it has nothing to do with your illness, it isn't so bad.  If someone is mean to me now, it still hurts.  But at the end of the day, I'm not dying right now.  I actually have the strength and energy to be upset.  Frustration with betrayal can be a really positive emotion in comparison to suffering via disease.  The mind becomes more and more resilient to victimizing human behavior.  Maybe that is just me getting older, but I think aHUS has done that for me

2)  Our pain tolerance.  Do you know how much time we have spent alone in pain?  When you are in pain, all you can think is, "I just want this____ to end."  I am going to be honest, "this ___" can be exchanged with many words, "this pain," "this disease," "this day," and yes in extreme situations, "This life."

One time, I was having gall bladder pain that was so bad I couldn't talk or breathe without screaming.  Matthew had to drive me 35 minutes to the emergency room in my car.  I remember seeing the handle of the door and thinking if I jumped out at 75 mph, the pain might stop.  That was terrifying.  But when the pain left me, I was on an emotional high for three days.  The experience of NO PAIN is one people forget to appreciate. 

Once you have felt that kind of pain for years, it desensitizes you to some things.  I find that people can still hurt me with their actions for a moment.  People, even friends, can still surprise me with their betrayal.  But ultimately, it will only make me appreciate the people who don't betray me even more than I did before.  I have more love for friends than I have anger for spoiled healthy people who love to throw the first stone.  Yeah, I said it!  Spoiled!

My friends are people that still love, support, and even like me despite the things they don't fully understand about me (such as my love for classic strong and slightly manipulative femininity, and my need to watch serial killer documentaries).  Now that is a friend.

3) Other people's problems seem a little more "solvable".  I find that giving advice is really fun.  How great is it that people have problems that can be solved?  Imagine having only problems you couldn't solve.  It's hard.  That's why I love choreographing and coaching actors confidence.  All the problems are solvable!  How wonderful!  How easy!

This is why so many ill people become motivational speakers.  Because they are happy to help people solve their solvable problems.

4)We meet a lot of people.  Some we only meet once.  They save our lives, and they leave sometimes.  We learn to appreciate every encounter as if it might be the last time we see that stranger.  Every conversation could be the last, and do you want that person to remember you being negative or even boring?  Never!  Make them comfortable.  "Hi there.  If I die during this infusion, could you make sure my hair looks good?" 

I suppose that is why I love college acting students.  They hug and say, "I love you."  They laugh and share emotions all the time.  They appreciate theatre in the rawest form as something that fuels them still.  They haven't been poisoned by "the realities" of adulthood yet.  They don't have to deal with censorship, butts in seats, or even donors that don't want to see two people kissing (or even more!  Gasp!) on stage.  They don't see the ropes behind the scenes, and I am so glad they don't.  I wish I didn't have to see all of that.

So while it hurts that I feel bullied, it only reiterates the message in my brain, "Don't be where you aren't wanted."  So that is my 2014.  I will not waste a precious day of this brilliant year feeling awkward and obligated to put on a fake face and pretend I am comfortable around people who wish that I would just disappear to leave more room for their own success.  I just got bored typing that.

Maybe you noticed:  Disappearing is never something I will do.

Oh, and watch out for attractive Italians that say aboot and wear suits.  They as well can't be controlled. 

Queen for a Day

Yesterday, my mom and Matthew came with me to the transplant clinic at the University of Iowa to get a check up.  The marketing department, along with the transplant team, asked me if they could turn our visit into an interview for their website.  They already wrote a fantastic article about our transplant and this blog (link above), and this video interview will be attached to that.

The team was so awesome.  They picked us up and brought us around the hospital, following us with a video camera  and photographer to capture scenes of us with the doctors and staff.  Mostly, it was just really great to see the doctors after all this time.  Our transplant's ten monthiversary was the day of the interview, oddly.  So celebrating it with the team was really special.  

I received my first transplant in Richmond, Virginia at Henrico Doctor's Hospital.  They did a great job as well and had a wonderful team, but after I moved to Oklahoma I wasn't ever able to go back to thank them.  I am so glad I had the opportunity to do that this time.  It means even more now because the work that the specialists at U of I have done on aHUS saved my life when I was really desperate.  

I also respect that Dr. Reed had to do some convincing to allow this blog to be attached to their site.  I have pictures that some people consider....what is the word.....taboo?  Maybe I am a little desensitized, but I just don't see the big deal.  I can show you ten pictures way more offensive on billboards over the highway or pictures in magazines, even at the mall!  And my pictures have a meaning that isn't just, "Behold, this picture of sex!"  It's nice when people understand me.  I only wish that I had such an advocate in Oklahoma.  I sometimes get tired of justifying this blog, and when I started it I never thought I would have to do that.  It was just a journal with some pictures that boosted my spirit.  Dr. Reed, if you are reading this, thank you for understanding and fighting for me.  I will be directing all future complaints your way.  ;)

It is always good to be reminded of my first transplant with Mom.  They interviewed her yesterday separately from my interview so they could get her take on the situation.  We still talk about her kidney that I have inside, but I love reflecting on the details of how awesome and overwhelming  transplantation is.  The bond you have with the donor is one words cannot describe.  Both transplants are different memories for me, but I think the three of us share a unique bond.  When I think of all the difficult nights the three of us spent in hospitals together, it makes sense that I have part of them inside me.  The are the two people that love me the most in this world, and vice versa.  I was really happy to speak about both her and Matthew.

Most of all, Matthew and I are happy to advocate for others who don't or can't fight for themselves.  Our health care system is messed up, and the people who need to have their voices heard are the sick ones.  They are using all of their strength just trying to survive.  People like Matthew and me are the ones that have to do the talking, mostly because we can, and we understand.

Thank you everyone who we saw yesterday.  Greg, Lindsay, Kaitlyn, Jim, Susan, all the doctors, nurses, and coordinators, and anyone else I didn't get to see.  You all made us feel very welcome and special.

In other news, my article on Intimacy is being published in The Fight Master  as well as an ad for Intimacy for the Stage, I have booked Dancing in the Storm for October of this year in Chicago with Adapt Theatre Company, and the first remount of Dancing in the Storm starts rehearsals in OKC tomorrow.  I am also taking pole and burlesque classes, continuing modeling and pin up work, and starting to write my book on Intimacy.  These are all a fraction of the things I can do now that I couldn't do a year ago.  Things are going to be busy when I get home, and I wouldn't have it any other way.   

Frozen in Chicago

Matthew and I flew in just in the nick of time.  It started to snow a few hours before we landed, and it didn't stop snowing until about 24 hours later.  Elk Grove looks beautiful, and I have missed storms like this.

Next week, Mom, Matthew, and I are traveling to Iowa City to see my doctors and film out interview.  I can't wait, it's going to be a blast.  We are filming our interview in a theatre, for ambiance I suppose.  I am just happy to start advocating on a larger scale.  Maybe they can help me with that.

So this weekend: family and friends, next week: Iowa.  When I get home: Dancing in the Storm OKC style.  Another whirlwind performance, and I might not even have enough time to add those scenes I really wanted to add.  We'll see.

Snowstorm like crazy here so we saw Frozen.  I loved it.  I have always loved the ice queen.  Super fun.