first & foremost, drugs. i wanted to give an update, considering all of the thoughtful emails, voicemails & texts im having a hard time reading. my nightly IBD meds make it hard to focus anyway, but when you add … Continue reading
its been nearly 5 months since ive wrote. ive started a few, but became quickly tired. honestly, i had good intent to finish.. but the handful of times i actually had time to sit down, i found myself rereading things i didnt feel anymore.
i have had ups & down, but this is the first March in a few years i didnt spend any weeks in the hospital. for this, i am extremely grateful. i DID spend a lot of time at different specialists & unfortunately i will be adding more members to my care team, but i believe this is the right direction. im pretty sure if us patients collected badges for every doctor visit we had, we would need multiple cub/girl scout uniforms to hold the number of badges we collected.
ive been having a rough go with my body adjusting to meds. ive tried acupuncture that has helped with nausea & vomiting, but found that i was spending more time arranging appointments, driving as well as the cost of the appointments.. it helped a lot, but also really, really irritated the neuropathy in my body & i found myself expending way too much energy trying to heal from my appts.
my body is tired & my eyes are misty. i feel weary about where my regimen will go in the future. my infusions are faring my stomach well for now, but i dont feel like i am where “should” be. i find myself recovering from meds my body needs much more than i am healing & finding a happy medium. what would be simple infections to most people have plagued my winter.
im excited for more projects than i can count on one hand. being invited to patient advocacy summits, seminars & being an ambassador for multiple non-profits i truly enjoy working with that make a great difference in the care that patients receive. im humbled to be asked to represent part of the patient community, and being able to share these projects so that this audience is able to participate in makes things worth the sweat! teamwork makes the dream work.
i look forward to writing more. i have been saving pennies purchase a nice computer that i can rely on to share valuable information.
what was the first thing you noticed about this picture?
1 week worth of meds? 1 years worth of medical records & insurance claims?
this photo captures the meds i take on a weekly basis. i should clarify not all of these are medications for crohns disease, but surely 75% of them are to counteract the side-effects of the medications that keep me alive. that keep me living. that keep me smiling.
there are many risks to the medications we take & ive experienced some very scary ones, some that have left damage & others that have made other drugs unsuitable for me to inject now.. but a life of Remission is worth the risk & that is something i will always believe until we celebrate a cure or a vaccine that could potentially prevent IBD or eliminate carrier risk.
at 17, entering college, i took upwards of 35 pills a day (12 just being pentasa). after months of taking so many pills a day, the sensation of putting any pill in my mouth made me puke almost every time. there were days i simply couldnt hold down the pills because it was just too much.
time is a blur, but within the next year i would return home every 4-6 weeks & receive #remicade infusions. my mom accompanied me to nearly every single one. soon the #infusion center felt like home & i would return on my own. & soon, i made my parents stop driving 8 hours on the weekends i needed infusions and asked if i was able to receive them in the hospital across the street from my dorm room. lucky for me, i did not have class on fridays, so i could wake up in my sweatpants, put on my jacket & walk across the street – on good days, i would study & the bad, i would try desperately to sleep despite the awful sounds i would hear, as i was across from the ER. years have come & gone, infusions turned into injections, then eventually back into infusions.
this photo captures many things, but the thing i want you to see is a smile. its a pretty simple thing to a lot of people – a smile in a picture. but pairing it with a representation of only a weeks worth of meds being chronically ill for over 10 years? to a person that gets it, they know how hard smiles can be to come by.
the 16 year old girl inside of me is roaring with jealously; the 17 yr old girl who had a terribly swollen face in her senior pictures is screaming. the 18 yr old girl with little self-esteem entering a new relationship wants to strange me. and still to this day, living as a 27 year old single woman with Inflammatory Bowel Disease, life is still a strange & terrifying thing to me. its still full of pill boxes, infusions, injections, hydration powders, nutrition supplements, sharps containers & pillboxes with timers built in…
but NOW, there is a smile. it might have taken 10,000 frowns & 10,000 other smile to get here, but im happy now. 10 years have passed – way more than 10 colonoscopies too. but in my journey, ive met amazing people whom i cannot put a numerical value on, only sentimental. ive met new friends that have had eerily similar diagnoses, received hand-written letters from across the globe & even ran a 1/2 marathon with Team Challenge Wisconsin and along the way, passed by & met/ran with members of teams all around the US who i still keep in contact with.
i have met new people, found peace with my #diagnosis & have even managed to change some lives along the way – even if only for a day. some people in the #IBDcommunity dont agree with the sense of humor i have & to them i say, thats okay! i advocate in different ways than others but doesnt make me any less credible & shouldnt make me any less happy.. and certainly shouldnt make me hold back on going after my dreams. im this way because i want to be & 10 years ago, i would have never had the emotional strength to go through scopes, hospitalizations, #infusions, injections & surgeries that required me to be in the most humiliating “jackknife” position. humor has always been my coping mechanism & if that means making fun of myself without the risk of hurting someone, i will.
im thankful to have been blessed with this curse. i know this life is not what my parents had intended for me, and certainly not what i envisioned it to be. but the truth is, i am beautiful because of it. all of the bad shit my disease has given me, its given me SO much more than i have ever deserved.
despite living with #IBD, i smile.
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you just turned 16. life is exciting. you have the world at your fingertips. you learn how to drive this year! there are so many things id like to tell you, answers that would have been useful & encouragement that you needed at certain periods of your life. have a seat & lets go through a few things:
dont go for the slidetackle. having your knee completely reconstructed the summer you turn 16 isnt ideal. having an unsupportive wobbly knee for the rest of your life isnt, either. this game will prove to be, essentially the last game you really ever play. though the rehab sucks, you get to work out with mr suda every day after school. listen. his advice proves to be meaningful during the next few years of your life.
have hope. you will have a brush with death in may of 2004. 3 days after your 17th birthday, on july 13th, 2004, you will be diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease. you will have more questions than answers. summer is a blur & is spent with family trying to put the pieces together of a heavy diagnosis. much of the next few months you spend in the bathroom or on a couch dependent on other people. you will learn how much your brothers care for you. (when you get home from the hospital, dont try to carry a gallon of milk up the stairs, you fall.) that disgusting hospital spray? leave it there.
the next year is full of steroids, different concoctions of many pills & your best attempt at senior memories. then comes college; i wont give it all away.. some of that is pretty fun to find out on your own. some of it is not fun.
hug tighter. the day before you move to college, a friend passes away. you will regret how you acted the last time you saw him.
life at 21 will be hard. trying to live as a functional college student just beginning to learn how your body attacks itself is hard. no one will understand it, including you. despite hours full of IV Remicade each month, you’ll go in for a routine GI check up & walk into your first surgery an hour later. that one doesnt end fun. you’ll sit on a donut for part of the semester. it will become a funny conversation piece. (youll still have issues for a loooong time). youll get a second diagnosis of IBD, this time Ulcerative Colitis. that hopeful self-injection they want you to take? no one tells you that youll need it the rest of your life. instead of sulking and seeking other ways to ignore the pain, accept it. life becomes SO much easier when you accept it. you wont be (as) bitter & your focus in life becomes crystal clear. you will be an advocate for yourself & share your story in front of Miller Park. ps – its windy that day, leave the cards at home.
you will gain relationships with lifelong friends & you will gain new family (sisters, a niece and a nephew – that part is not finished yet). loved ones will perish because sometimes, those who love us the most, stay for the shortest time here on earth. you will lose yourself in relationships, but somehow pick yourself back up. you will learn who your friends are & lose unsupportive links in the process. your faith in God will be tested & many times, all you will be able to do is cry. keep praying – things get better. college is full of ups and down (you fail stats class), but you graduate. & even make the Dean’s list! milwaukee turns out to be the best decision youll ever make, ill let you see why.
at 23, you will be tested & make a choice that will impact many lives. you will relive it many, many times. in the end, you will win.
youll fall in and out of like in many different places, sometimes the same place twice. some of those that are let go prove to be blessings in disguise. in time, the wounds heal. trust me, things definitely work out ♥
life with an illness isnt easy and there are are many obstacles you will face. your first job, your first apartment.. you will work your ass off. youll be faced with a decision to make, which will likely be the hardest one you have had to make that will lead you to today.
if there is one piece of advice i could give to you it would be this: do it all over again. dont do anything different. its taken 26 years for me to love you this much. blessed is the life you live. you have hope, you have been given support and you have decided to do something bigger with your life.
ps – dont forget to smile.