My name is Dan Quisenberry I'm 43 and live in Springhill.
Fl. One day I was at the Supermarket and there was the blood
mobile, I had never given blood and felt like I was helping
somewhere (little did I realize it was going to be me) so
after some time I got a letter from the blood bank. Wow, I
really didn't understand and so when I read hepatitis and
I thought, ok go get a shot - done! So after going through
the doctors and the blood test and starting to realize what
HepC was, all I could think about was my daughter, my ex-wife
(who had just recently gotten married), and friends that may
have been in contact with this. To my happiness nobody had
So I went back
to my doctor a few times, great doctor that was very worried
about the emotional part especially since there was no support
group in my area. He was not going to start me on the treatments
until he felt I was ready. So I had sometime to think and
look around. The one warning he gave was not to go searching
on the Internet and to stay with the Liver Foundations and
so I went straight home and started
reading patient Journals, the doom and gloom was way to much.
To say I had scared myself was an understatement; I started
working on my Will, letters to my daughter, who is 6, and
basically flipped out. There was nobody to talk to, and I
didn't want to worry anyone more than they were worried. I
got through it and started the treatment
shot was too easy after going through the amazing anxiety
I had for the prior 2 weeks.
Now let me explain
the "Guy Thing" I have always been the very motivated,
positive, work alone I'll do it on my own guy. So if I ever
got sick, leave me alone and I would go to my room and get
better. I didn't want a pity party or someone hanging.
So I started treatment,
I started getting the headaches, the pains
myself we can work through this, stop whining. It got worse
and was calling off work and was having problems concentrating
and remembering things. I was bad when trying to speak with
people, and those who get to know me will find I like to talk.
I had to leave the work force, something I loved being a workaholic.
So when I was feeling ill
. I did "The Guy Thing"
and went to my room, 2 months later I was still in my room
getting better. I found I was pushing away the people that
were my support; I didn't want to talk or be around anyone!
It was my Ex-wife
and her husband (Thank you guys, you've been the greatest)
that woke me up. She explained that I was not Superman and
that I needed to have others help
.ya ya ya..just let
me sleep was my attitude. So after watching a couple movies
and crying all day (thank God Old Yeller wasn't on) It started
sinking in, so I did what I was never going to do
the web for something, I just didn't know. I don't know how
I found HepCnet but believe me it was a lifeline from God.
I didn't realize it at the time but I was slipping into that
Dark Side, I felt so alone and was starting to give up. I
spent the next 3 days almost non stop watching the most compassionate
but stern people (no pity parties allowed) helping others,
their family and friends
yes I had forgotten that they
needed the support as much or more than me.
I have always believed
that God has a way of testing us, I also believe that there
is a reason I have HepC
That I believe is because
I can't shut up and continue to talk to everyone about. There
needs to be more awareness and education to stop, slow down,
and get rid of the stigma that so many people have! In some
way I hope that this will help someone that feels alone and
starting to slide, a family member, a friend.
As a friend once
said: May you sleep with the Angels
I know mine are here!
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