Monthly Archives: September 2015

Win a Signed Copy of How to Heal a Bruise!

A wonderful platelet pal, the owner of ITPandMe.com has published a book! I am so excited to be giving away three signed copies of the book.

Rules:

Contest begins on Wednesday, September 23, 2015 at 11am EST.

Three (3) people will be selected to win a signed copy of How To Heal A Bruise by sharing a social media campaign message to raise awareness of ITP.

#ITPAware day, Sept 25! Check out How To Heal A Bruise: http://itpandme.com/itp-awareness-day-coming-soon/ #raredisease @RareCandace @meghan_brewster

**Make sure you put Meg & I in the tweets so I can see them!**

Also, I will accept bonus submissions if you tweet using #ITPAware and link to How To Heal A Bruise on Amazon!

BUT WAIT!

Take a photo holding a sign discussing life with ITP, the 21st Century Cures Initiative or how much you hate Prednisone and you will receive TWO (2) bonus entries!

Note: you’re giving me consent to use your photo on social media to continue to raise awareness about ITP. Get creative and have fun! Make sure you tag me on Instagram and Twitter: @RareCandace 

Winners will be announced Thursday, October 1st at 5pm EST (if I am late, forgive me as law school and my new autoimmune issues have been kicking my butt lately).

This isn’t About Passion

AwareRare

In the last few months as I slowly get to know professors and administrators in my school, I have noticed a trend. I wouldn’t say it is an academic thing, or law school related, rather it is just ignorance. When I express my motivation (or insanity) behind deciding to go to law school such a short time after being diagnosed with my rare disease, I’m met with a strange reaction. Everyone says the same thing except in different ways. It boils down to, be passionate but focus on your studies.  Continue reading →

Stay Out of My Bubble

With two weeks of law school completed, I am physically drained. It isn’t due to the work, I have worked longer and harder hours doing physical and mental labor that was nothing short of torture at times. The difference now is my health. I cannot sustain myself for extended periods of time because my body has to try and fight off germs from the hundreds of people I encounter at close proximity every day. I almost exploded this week because people can’t respect personal space and therefore were making me worry that I might become sick. Up with a scratchy throat at 8am on a Saturday, I’m afraid that my concerns were justified. Continue reading →