Friday, February 20, 2009
These past couple of years have been a nightmare for me. I have been poked and prodded so much I feel like a lab rat. I was first diagnosis with Interstitial cystitis and I had to have a cystoscopic examination. With this examination the doctor used an instrument to see inside the bladder and urethra. When they did this test they found that I had a microscopic cysts in my bladder that I had to get removed. The cyst was biopsied and came back benign. The doctor put me on a series of medication that made me so sick and dropped my iron levels so he took me off. After about three months and more test later he determined that I didn’t have Interstitial cystitis. So it was back to the drawing board. After this procedure I began to have more problems along with severe discharge and more pain then I could ever imagine. They referred me to another doctor. After much more testing they determined that I had a bacteria infection, but to make things even more interesting it was an unidentifiable bacterium. That means that when they looked under the microscope an they couldn’t see any bacteria, but when it was tested for bacteria it came back positive. So, more medications for me and my body does not like medication. While at this doctor visit the doctor wanted to rule out some of symptoms I was experiencing. So, she put me in a study for Irritable bowel syndrome where again I was poked and prodded for 6 months. During this study I had to have a colonoscopy procedure done. Where they found a palup which was removed and biopsied and came back benign. The pain never went away, and only intensified during the study. Due to my pain the doctor had me go through the tests for my gallbladder function which meant an ultrasound and hyda scan needed to be done (did I mention I already had the ultrasound done prior and there was nothing wrong with my gallbladder). My doctor was bound and determined that the pain I was experiencing had to be my gallbladder and we were planning a surgery for January. After agreeing to the ultrasound and hyda scan they determined that there was nothing wrong with my gallbladder… go figure. Well, after all these procedures I was so frustrated and felt like giving up. A month ago I met with my doctor for a consultation, and told him that I would just live with the pain. He talked me in to doing two more tests a gluten test and a gastro test of my stool. Well, of course the gluten test came back negative. I have kept a diary of my food intake for the past month. The stool test has been done and the results have come in. For now I will continue to be treated for my IBS and my doctor says the pain I have been experiencing may come from my Lactose Intolerance. I have never linked milk products to my pain before, but the throwing up after eating some milk products explains a lot. I haven’t met with my doctor on what my next steps will be in treating my lactose intolerance, but finally I may have an answer..... but who know's I have kinda lost faith in the medical field. Test are still in the works for my bacteria infection, but I am definitely on my way to getting answers. Thanks to my family and friends for all your support through this whole process. I’ll keep ya posted on what happens next.
Monday, February 16, 2009
For as long as I can remember Valentine’s Day has been one of my favorite holidays. This is due in part mostly because of my Dad. My Dad has always been my Valentine, and has set the bar high for anyone I plan to marry. My Dad is the most kind hearted person that I know. Every year for Valentine’s Day he buys my sister and I chocolates and flowers. My dad has even gone as far as buying all the ladies that my mom works for flowers on this special day. He has been a strong advocate to his peers in expressing their love on this special day. My dad is amazing and I am so lucky to have been raised by a man who respects the ladies in his life. This gives me hope that there are amazing men out there somewhere. Hope you all had a very Happy Valentines Day.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I’ve heard the phrase that bad things happen in three’s, but I have never really liked that rule. I don't believe in superstitions and I do walk under ladders....I have broken mirrors.......I do not X when a black cat crosses the road........and I do not throw salt over my sholder. After my car accident last Tuesday…………..I slid off the road out in the middle of no where on Thursday. I am so thankful for my dad who came and found me with the absolutely horrific directions I gave him and pulled me out. What’s worse is I had one of my co-workers with me. We were both laughing over my wonderful luck over the week….again I wanted to cry…..but I didn’t. In the midst of me waiting 50 minutes for my dad to show up she looked at me and said “ I guess only one more thing has to happen.” I asked Why do you say that? She said , “Well, bad things happen in three’s.” Me being somewhat annoyed with my week said……….I guess I’ll have to break that rule……….because I don’t want anything else to happen. I’m not a superstitious person, but apparently many people are because about 4 other people told me the same thing. I’m happy to say that it’s almost a week later and nothing else has happened( I won’t knock on wood because I don’t believe in that either). What I do believe in is positive thinking. I truly believe that if I try the best that I can and have a good attitude that things will work out. It may not be in my timing, but I have faith that they will work out. I also think that when you believe bad things are going to happen they will……….so for those of you that say “bad things happen in three’s”………that’s why they do so change your thinking. This past week has got me thinking about how much I love my life….and how blessed that I am. I may not have found the love of my life or have all the money in the world, but I am still very blessed. I’m so excited about my future and the wonderful things that I am and will be a part of. Tomorrow I get on a plane and fly to Maryland to see my niece get baptized, and I’m so excited for her. I love Kristin so much, and I love the joy she has brought into our lives. She truly is a remarkable child, and I’m so excited to see the person she will grow to become. When I get back I will post some pictures of my trip. My only anxiety is getting on the plane(not because of the luck I have had)……….I hate to fly. Hope you all have a great week.