Elaine Twohig Odriscoll shared a beautiful poem she wrote in the Facebook group,
ITP and Me.

She gave me permission to post here on our blog so everyone can read and appreciate the feeling she shares.

Today I will wake up into the unknown,

Everyday's a blessing but everyday I feel alone,

I wonder what tomorrow will bring

I pray it will be good,

Will I be bruise free or will there be Blood?                  

I know I have I.T.P but what will others think,

Even though I stand so tall

I feel so ready to sink,

I'm really tired now

I think I will lie down,

But as I look in the mirror

All I see is my Hospital Gown.

The Dream is over, I'm not free as a Bird

I'm hooked to my life saver Bottle after Bottle

And this is now my Third,

I'm in my second home, now a hospital suite for me

All the people in and out as busy as can be,

But I have things to do, my home, my job, my kids,

Doesn't I.T.P know that I have no time for this?

My treatment is over and I'm drained from day to day

I will feel much better in time or so the doctors say.

I want to run around and come and go as i please,

But I.T.P has other plans and it has me on my knees.

I can pray for a cure or a magic wand if so

I can always pray for strength and let ITP go.

So if you ever see me, don't ask me how I feel

Just know my battle is very Hard and very, very Real.