It was 2004, the year after my misscarriage. Ayear had gone by and I was feeling unwell I was feeling lefargic and very faint all of the time. We had been in our home for a few months, I was wanting to lose weight so I went for walks every single day. I was'nt carrying enough water with me to replace what I was losing from my walks I was'nt rehydrating the way your supposed to. I put this down to just being tired, months went by and I was getting worse. I was weakening and could hardly eat anything, I tried to eat the roast my husband had cooked but I could'nt eat it. All I could stomach was Weet Bix with boiling hot water poured over the top and milk and sugar, I took myself to the toilet and collapsed then came around I new I had worsend so I took myself to the Doctor, the Doctor took one look at me and ordered an ambulance for me to go to Hospital I started crying yeah I was relieved I was going I had no energy in me what so ever. I was immeiately seen by the gynaecologist and took a sample of stool because I said that I was bleeding from their, the Doctor took two samples, a blood test. The blood test showed that I was bleeding and that my white blood cell count was very low. The white blood cell count is supposed to be 100% effective in our system and mine was much less, down to 40% and I was sick. The gynaecologist immediatly ordered me to have potasium drip and hydrochloride drip and in the next few days a colonoscopy so they could see inside the rectum and to veryfy what was happening to me. When the colonoscopy took place they took a biopsy from my rectum so they could figure out what they are dealing with. Then the results came and the Doctors ruled out cancer and said that I have a hairy cell leukemia I thought that I was going to die, but the nurses reassured me that I was'nt going to die. Oh when the potasium drip was going into my system it burned, it was like fire going into my vein, but it had to be done I started losing a little bit of hair but not to the extent of going completely bold. Oh when the time came around for a shower I was so relieved because the tubes for the drips were taken off and put back when I had finished showering. I had blood tests three times a day which left me with so many bruises on my arm it was'nt funny. It seemed for ever before the doctors allowed me to go home. And infact I demanded to go home before the doctors said that I was well enough I wanted to get out of there it was sending me mad and full of stress, I will never forget how stressed I felt the doctors ordered an ecg scan to see what my heart was doing it also veryfied that I was stressing so a physiotherapist got me out of bed and walked with me and spoke to me about how I was feeling and to help get my mind off that sickness. I was so greatful it helped me to relax a bit more. My arteries were clogging up and I was'nt able to give blood when blood test was needed, they in the end had to do a blood test as if I had a serious heart condition, possibly because of the heart strain and they picked it up on the ecg that I had irregular heart beat and it baffled the doctors. I spent nearly four months in hospital before I was allowed to come home.