Twice a week I would receive injections or IV's of Factor VIII which clotted the blood and then broke it down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was in the hospital for about two weeks because I had some complications due to the transition to kidney from dialysis and getting off of that.
Between 12 and 14, I shot up a ridiculous amount. The muscles were struggling to stretch and grow at the rate my bones were growing. It gave me problems with my back and my hamstrings.
I was able to get operated on four days after I was diagnosed. It was just a matter of getting this baseball-sized tumor out of me. I reflect now on how lucky I was to be in the situation where I could get the best possible help and treatment.
I bled a lot. I got hit across the face. We couldn't film for seven days. I got hit, whacked, underwater, across the face. I finished the shot, got into the boat and blood started coming out.
Every time you go to the doctor and get a good report, the odds keep staking more in your favour.
I had a lumpectomy. It wasn't that bad. Six and a half weeks of radiation.
At one point I had a stretch where it was working on 'In Treatment,' then 'True Blood,' then 'Durham County,' then 'True Blood,' then 'In Treatment' again. If I didn't have that little dose of 'True Blood' in the middle, I might have lost my mind.
I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.
Every six months I fly to Dallas to get botox and I also get collagen injections.
I was on dialysis three times a week for four and a half hours each time.