Gratitude feels like this

There was rocks and rain being thrown inside the truck yesterday. I couldn’t stop feeling wet and getting lumps stuck in my throat.

I’ve had some rough days. I’ve had friends tell me that they don’t believe my symptoms are real. I’ve had many change the subject immediately after asking how I’m doing. I’ve had some people straight up ignore me when I’ve asked them directly for something small (simply sharing a post – nothing more). I’ve had people talk condescendingly me towards me for not wanting to try a remedy without discussing it with my physician first, telling me I was giving up or not willing to get better by trying different things. It wasn’t that I wasn’t willing, but I wanted to ensure there was no (or limited) risk that my doctor might have known about before trying it. If he felt there was no harm in trying, then I’m all for it. I’ve had people mute me on social media because they’ve said they just don’t care.

Some of those things  I can chalk up to not being about me. Some of those things are limiting factors on the other person’s end, or awkwardness towards the situation, or just not knowing what to do or say. Those are things I understand, and I have no problems with.

But some of the other comments, actions and inactions hurt, and they were difficult not to take personally. I managed it, eventually, but that initial reaction felt like an icy cold slap to the face, and it stung when it came from a small handful of people I have known for a long time and I thought cared. That they didn’t is actually ok – they have things of their own to worry about, and they have their own agendas. Me expecting them to look out for me is my problem, not their’s, and I don’t typically expect things from others. I was (and still am) feeling extra vulnerable, and was grasping onto things that weren’t mine to hold onto. (I’ve let those things go. I was feisty, nervous, sad and didn’t fully have awareness of my overabundant emotions at the time. I’m human.)

But then, everything changed. And those small handful of people who I had allowed to drive me deeper into a downward spiral are suddenly muted by the huge outpouring of love and support from so many others, and from some people I don’t even know.

Seriously, universe, you have some amazing people in you. And as much as I often question the direction of humanity, this lesson has taught me that there is more kindness than there isn’t. There’s been tears and feels, but they’ve been good (if not complicated) ones.

It’s been weird for both my husband and I. Admitting to needing help is hard enough. Especially publicly. Taking help is a whole other matter. As mentioned previously, I’m one to give things away. I love it. So when people have been buying product, I’ve been wanting to give them gifts with their order, as I always do. Jess, the superhero who has taken over selling my products, has slapped my wrist numerous times for that. I gave her complete control over all of the inventory, selling, discounts and everything associated. And she’s been rocking it, without the discounts. She’s selling things better than I ever did.

We’ve both shared that we’re better at selling other people’s products than our own. At markets, I’d sell my neighbours products easier than mine. It was fun, and they were appreciative. They’d be quiet about their product, and strike up conversation a little, but wouldn’t want to be pushy with sales and allow the customer to browse. I’d pop my head over, grab my favorite product from the table (which would change with different customers) and start asking them questions about it, and commenting on the things I loved most about it. I was also sincere about it, which I truly believe made the difference.

Most of the time the customer would buy one of whatever I was oohing and aahing over.

I excel at retail sales when I have fun with them. At the sports store I used to work at, I’d focus on the customers in front of me, and not focusing on making specific sales. I worked the quietest shifts, but always had the highest sales, because they were my focus, no matter what they were looking at. My specialties were the people on a budget – because I could relate the best with them. It was amazing how much some of the other associates took advantage of people, and it never impressed me. We got commission at the time. I’m glad that practice has been ended since I worked there. The managers loved those associates for selling the high ticket items, but then they didn’t have the highest average sales.

“They are so cute, and anything has to be more comfortable than these. Where did you get them?”

I remember one elderly gentleman had come in to pick up his shoes he had on hold, and I couldn’t help but pry. He was there to purchase the newest, greatest Nike Shox, which retailed for the great deal of $299 at the time. The associate that had helped him previously convinced this man that these shoes would help his knees stop hurting while he was in the garden. The man was on disability and in pain, and he was desperate for relief.

They were basketball shoes, meant for a basketball court, with crevices in the soles where dirt could pack into and compound, rendering the “shox” useless once dirt got embedded in there. He obviously had crippling arthritis in his hands, and the work to clean the shoes in order to keep the dirt out from those areas would add to the list of things he shouldn’t have had to do.

I downsold him to a reliable, comfortable, supportive pair of $60 New Balance shoes, and gave the associate the sale for those.

Oh dear, did I ever cause a kerfuffle. The other associate complained to management, who had to reprimand me for stealing a sale even though I didn’t take it myself. The associate was also reprimanded for the unethical sale. 

I didn’t make friends there. Apparently ethics doesn’t belong in retail sales, and I’ve always tried to live up to a strong code of ethics for the benefit of others. I could not in good conscious let that man pay for those shoes without feeling guilt, and to this day I do not regret my decision to downsell him those shoes. He came back to see me personally and thank me, as the shoes actually did help reduce his pain while in the garden. This was the kind of thing I worked for. 

I had the lowest amount per sale, however the highest total monthly sales for my department, because there were customers that refused to see other people due to my honesty. They simply wouldn’t deal with the other associates in my department, and would ask for me specifically. The managers had to deal with fires often from disagreements on fairness. No one could control who the customers wanted to buy from, however, and there was nothing that could be done about it. I was always on time, I didn’t steal sales from other associates, I found associates to pass customers to in other departments and I treated everyone fairly. I was isolated from the others, but it wasn’t a big deal to me. I was there to work, not to make friends, which wasn’t the same attitude that many others had. I didn’t mind.

When it came to my own products, however, I was no different than those other quiet handmade vendors. I’d converse, talk and answer questions, but didn’t want to come across as over zealous, so didn’t push sales. And I’ve never done so poorly selling products as I did my own.

That’s not to say I did poorly, mind you – but I didn’t have the same exuberance about it as I did selling other people’s products.

It was never for lack of confidence in my products – while sure, I’ve made a few mistakes and bumbles (seriously, what company doesn’t), I’ve always loved the things that I’ve made and have been proud of what I’ve  done. I think the issue lies more in the self, in asking people to pay me for the things I do. As much as I’d try to talk myself up that I’m worth what I ask for, I think deep down, I didn’t believe it myself and it came across that way. Or, not that I wasn’t worth it so much as just wanting to enjoy what I was doing without worrying about the monetary aspect behind it.

Which makes for TERRIBLE business practice.

I was quiet yesterday, and my husband noticed. My feelings were strong – and confused. I was elated by the outpour of support from so many people, while dreading taking their generosity, while grateful for it, while sad that those I thought would be more supportive disappeared, while humbled and embarassed, but proud of reaching out instead of falling into further trouble. I was also glad to have the thought of business off my mind, while sad to be letting it go.

Emotions are complicated and hard, man. But I’m ok. I’m more than ok. I am so, so blessed to have such amazing people in my life.

But gratitude and love win. Every time. And that’s how I’m feeling right now.

Plus exhausted beyond reasonable comparison. The last few weeks have taken alot out of me, and I don’t feel like I’ve given myself the proper chance to rest and catch up. And the more tired I am, the less I sleep, and the worse it gets. And today I’m definitely in a huge energy deficit, and I’m just staying in bed. I’ll take a break from that to do a small yoga practice and move some blood and tissue at least a little, but I don’t think I’ve got much else. And that’s ok. I don’t have anything I need to get done today, and nothing pending, and anything that’s on my to-do list can be put aside for another day.

This is where my boundaries and self care kick in. I’ve pushed myself here and there, mostly to see how my body would respond. It’s little experiments to know how far I can go and what activities I can do. Sadly, it’s not nearly what I’d have hoped for, but I’ll take what I can.

My MRI is on Saturday, which is faster than anyone expected. If the MRI comes back with issues, I’m being sent to a neurologist. If it comes back clean, then a rheumatologist. 

We’re narrowing things down, finally, and I’m looking forward to finding a better normal than I’ve had recently. It’ll still be awhile, but it’ll come. I have faith.

But in the meantime, I feel so grateful for everyone who has helped us, and I’m excited for the day that I can pay it forward again.

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Labs, tests, results, and hope

Just like the title says, more things all happened. More blood was taken. More strange looks at my spacey gaze and glazed eyes. Questions about why I was having certain tests done at such a young age. Comments on how good I look so I must feel at least ok. And then more normal lab results.

Ambulatory blood pressure monitoring is a medieval torture method used on those individuals who are bewitched and have no outward signs of illness, in order to exorcise the devil out of them. The cuff inflates so much it cuts off all circulation to the hand and turns the hand a sickly blackish purple color, making the veins bulge like a stressed out neurotic chihuahua’s eyes on a hot day without water. And just when you think your arm is about to fall off from lack of blood, oxygen or general feeling, the cuff releases, sending a surge of blood flowing so strongly that your tingly fingers burn with renewed circulation. It’s like bringing a dying person filled with 23 bullets back to  consciousness – they go from sweet, blissful nothingness to searing pain and agony. This is what the arm is thinking, and it’s cursing you with everything it can. This series of events occurs every 15 minutes for nearly 24 hours, so if you had hoped to sleep that night, the joke’s on you. Even the strongest pot won’t keep you knocked out. (Trust me. I tried.) And then, on little to no sleep, you have to make your way back to the facility that’s an hour away in order to return said torture device so they can tell you that there’s no sign of hypertension.

But you already knew that, because you weren’t being sent for hypertension, but for hypotension, which won’t show up because the activity of the day and the stress from the cuff and lack of sleep increased your stress and blood pressure enough that it landed in the perfectly healthy range and is not at all representative of a normal, uneventful day at home where your blood pressure has dipped to the mid 70’s.

But, thankfully, there was a hint of excess night-time blood pressure dipping, which IS normal for me. Not that it’s normal – but that’s what mine does. It seems minor, but perhaps there’s a hint there.

Otherwise, blood work and echo and ECG all came back normal, just like everything else.

Interesting enough, though, I received my report from BestDoctors.

What’s that, you ask? That’s a good question. I wondered that, too. I couldn’t find much out about them, but I noticed it was something provided by my husband’s benefits plan, so I had decided to check it out. When things started happening in April and after my head CT, I had messaged them just to get more info. Before I knew it, I was going through all of my medical history and issues, which were many and complicated, and the voice on the other end began to turn surly and continuously asked if these symptoms were all related.

Well, of course they are. They’re all happening in my body, and all the systems in the body are connected. There’s very little you can remove or have break down and have absolutely no consequences for that which requires compromises or treatment to accommodate the missing pieces. Try running an engine without the spark plugs, or filter, or anything else. All the pieces are there for a reason, and without one part, something else will breakdown eventually.

I remember he asked me to just focus on one system, so we focused on digestive issues. When I mentioned that I have endometriosis, he responded that that’s not a GI issue. I had to explain to him that endometriosis could grow on different organs, or even just inflame and affect different organs, so I didn’t understand why I would leave it out. He said it was impossible for that to happen because endometriosis was the inside of the uterus that shed each month.

No, dear. That’s the endometrium. There’s a difference. Is there someone else I can talk to?

No?

Pity.

There were red flags right from the start, from difficulty with messages, with misunderstanding what I said, writing different terms down than what I offered which did not apply to my case…. I wasn’t so sure about these guys. But figured it’s provided with the benefits package, it’s free, what harm could there be?

After months of waiting, and not being able to get through to the rep that was dealing with my case, I finally called the main number to inquire into the status of my report. It took another week, but after 5 months of waiting, I finally got it.

And wasn’t impressed.

It seems they decided to agree with the neurologist who read my CT and told me that I was depressed with symptomatic disorder, with a potential for an autonomic disorder, but with high doubts.

Nope. So much nope. My first knee-jerk involved unkindly comments directed towards the physicians who offered the diagnosis, followed by instant self doubt and questions directed at myself. This was the second diagnosis like this – what if they’re right?

And then I remembered how many physicians told me that my knee was fine, or that there was nothing else wrong with me except that I was obese, or the gyne that sent me away with “normal” menstruation pain that was excruciating, and I’ve been living with for so long because I thought that’s what women everywhere were doing.

Gaslighting happens so often in doctor’s offices, and if you look into your regions health care associations you’ll be able to find a physician’s code of ethics they are sworn to uphold. In there is usually a statement regarding patient care and putting bias aside in order to provide the patient with the care needed, and that the patient is to treated according to the symptoms they describe and not what the physician believes.

There are many, many physicians who do not provide care according to the code of ethics they have sworn to, and I strongly feel that the ones providing the service at BestDoctors are some of the same caliber.

I didn’t really know how BestDoctors worked, but after chatting with some people about my results who also have this service, they had very similar results from this company, as well. They were given an easily dismissed diagnosis with no treatment, except perhaps psychiatry, and left the patient to decide who to believe and what path to follow. One lady ended up going into heart failure the following week after she received her BestDoctors report, another suffered anaphylaxis despite her report stating she was not having allergic reactions, and another yet was diagnosed the same as I was when she ended up being diagnosed by her personal team with MS, POTS and a number of other illnesses with comorbidities.

How did this happen? How is their judgement so way out to lunch?

One of the biggest red flags could be a part of it – right at the beginning, when they only wanted to focus on one system. This is a mistake in so many ways, because when one system is struggling the others are working harder to accommodate for that failing system. They’re all affected. So how can you know where the base of the problem is if you only look at one body system?

Another red flag is that this service is paid for by the insurance companies.

What do insurance companies hate the most? They hate actually paying out claims, and want to keep as much for themselves as they can. That’s what the insurance business is all about, so it’s to be expected.

By minimizing a patient’s symptoms, they minimize what a patient needs, including medications and equipment for their treatments. In this way, the insurance company can also minimize payouts to those patients. They patients feel they have been heard, and the insurance company has less to pay out for.

It’s an insurance scam, in my opinion, and I totally fell right into their hands. I felt really dumb for it after, too. But – one bonus is that I can see most of the recent lab and test results myself, which I’ve been able to track down some clues that I’m not sure my physicians have picked up. Not that I blame them for that! They are tiny, tiny clues, but ones that I can acknowledge because it’s what I’m living. Yes, a high RBC count COULD indicate that I’m dehydrated… but what if I’m drinking 3-4 litres of water, plus electrolytes and other fluids, and have a low urea result? Low urea could be a sign of overhydration, among other things.

But, what if I’m NOT dehydrated? Perhaps that’s a sign of something? Like mast cell production? Which ties in with endometriosis, as well? What if that’s the connection that’s being missed because it’s such a small discrepancy that it doesn’t seem worth exploring?

I like puzzles and clues, and this was the reason I went into health care to begin with. I love researching and digging into the physiology of body systems and connectivity. The body is really super neat, and science has come a long way to keep people living longer – but I think every so often people forget to look outside of the textbook and to connect the dots that may waver a little bit from the norm.

The actual, real, face to face care team I have has been working hard to help, and we seem to be narrowing things down. Currently, there’s a “soft” diagnosis of POTS (Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome – essentially, the heart rate increases excessively on standing and can cause a multitude of issues).

I joined a POTS group to learn more about it, and everything fit well. There was a question burning in me, because it’s weird and I’ve never really been able to describe it. So I asked:

“Does anyone get dizzy by just looking up?

Or just looking around a white room, like a doctor’s office?”

Most people I’ve told about this have looked at me like I have two heads, so I kept it simple and wanted to see what people said.

My entire chaos had suddenly been met with validation, and I cannot portray how much relief I felt in seeing the responses, some of which were able to describe exactly how I feel. “Dizzy” is a term I use loosely for this, because it’s hard to put some sensations in to words. But some members found them!

  • The horrid lighting at target and Walmart makes me pass out now. Which is a real shame considering my love for Target 😭
  • Yes. Either dizzy or a real detached type feeling
  • Detached! Omg I get the worst looks when I describe this. I’ve said it’s like I’m not in my body and looking at a computer screen.
  • Sometimes. I hate it. Especially if they have the fluorescence lights
  • YES things move in like slow motion and it feels like it’s not real its hard to explain
  • Yeah!! I used to think I was schizophrenic maybe but after joining this group I feel more reassured lmao
  • Yes. Lighting in stores makes me go fast for the exit often. My doctors know to turn off the lights for me. Everything goes white and then dissociation kicks in and then panic. Was diagnosed with POTS but am going to an endocrinologist and neurologist bc my pupils stay small and pulse, yet my eyes are healthy. Trying to solve this mystery for years, I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and this set of symptoms has held me back the most.
  • Yes, it almost makes me feel like I’m going to pass out.
  • YES I get dizzy if I change eye positions quickly like if I turn around fast or if I look from one side of the room to another I get really dizzy. I also can’t look at anything all white because the image starts to warp and I see lights and stuff it’s really hard to explain
  • Yes- this sounds like it! It’s not so bad in the house, but mostly in bright/flourescent light and/or all white rooms. And it’s kind of like there’s a thick black veil over your eyes and everything seems darker, or muted? Like you’ve turned the brightness level down on your phone screen, but with your eyes…. It’s so freaking hard to describe. Lol

There are so, so many people who have the same struggle to describe how they feel, and it’s hard to understand what they mean unless you’ve personally experienced those sensations. This makes it (understandably) so hard for physicians to pinpoint causes and to think that patients might be making things up, but what some of them fail to realize is that there are sometimes no good descriptions for what a person is feeling.

I personally look up my symptoms no matter what it is. I don’t tend to visit my care providers unless necessary, because sometimes it’s easy to find out if something is serious or not. I don’t go in for head colds or flus or coughs or anything else – I do what I can to suffer my immune system to do it’s damned job on its own. And it typically works out just fine. I’d never seen another doctor regarding my sun allergy after it was dismissed as contact dermatitis. I’d never gone back for pain in my abdomen after my gyne rolled his eyes at me. I’d never complained about the pain in my hips, because it’s always been a family trait that no one took seriously, so I didn’t either. When these symptoms started appearing, I started trying to find answers and solutions to feel better, and the more symptoms came up, the more I searched. Of course I’m focused on them.

They suck.

The average amount of time to diagnose POTS and similar hidden, chronic illnesses is 5-6 years. Nope. I’m not waiting that long like this. It’s easy for others to say “Oh, just focus on something else” – but unless you’ve been in these shoes, it’s hard to truly understand and appreciate wanting to get better. And sometimes, doctors don’t work fast enough because they truly have no way to know the extent of what a person is living with. I’ve been told that it could potentially take 8 months for surgery for my cyst to be removed, which is growing, painful, and is likely causing the majority of these symptoms to begin with. It’s been five months already, and I’m not really keen on the idea of waiting twice that long to resolve these issues. I don’t understand how these kinds of things aren’t triaged with decent timing.

When real issues aren’t addressed as real issues, they don’t just magically disappear. More and people – especially women – are faced with a similar hesitations to address their medical issues due to being disregarded and not wanting to waste time to be sent away without any answers, like they have been so many times before. Those issues keep building, and the stress with it. This is when self deprecation, depression and anxiety begins to build up as well, because people no longer know what’s normal and what’s not – they aren’t taken seriously, so they stop taking themselves seriously, too. They stop advocating for their own health because they are led to believe that they don’t know any better.

People – it’s your body. YOU know what you’re feeling. YOU know when you don’t feel right. And after falling victim to gaslighting in medical offices for so long, I’m done with that. I’m also done with feeling miserable, and am really looking forward to the day that I can do more without suffering so badly from it. It’s on the way. In the meantime, I’ll just keep on keeping on!

Namaste!

 

Hints and Clues

My energy is lower than ever. I wake up, and all I want to do is go back to bed. Sometimes I do – but when Dave leaves for work I make sure I’m up. It’s my personal sleep limit. I already know that I’d stay in bed all day if I don’t make the effort to get up. It now takes two full litres of fluid before my dizziness reduces to a point where I can walk in a mostly straight line. Until then, my blood pressure stays firmly under 90/60 and I feel like I have the coordination of a toddler. I have a constant inner burn throughout my abdomen, which turns into a pressurised heat in the lower right hip, often radiating through the joint and ass cheek and down to my right knee. From laying down, I have to sit up for a moment, and standing up is done very carefully. Moving too quickly, or looking around while walking, is extremely disorienting. Speaking is another adventure, where I’ll have a thing to say but I can’t seem to make the words I want to come out form properly, if at all. It’s frustrating, sometimes, trying to stammer something out while others try to help me with those words I’m struggling with. A great conversation suddenly turns into a distracting game of charades. I’ll be in a familiar place I know well, but not really know where I am. I stared at my underpants the other day for nearly 5 minutes trying to figure out which way was the front. And when I did, I still put them on the wrong way. (I just no longer do anything until I have my fluids. I’m really useless and dumb until I get that done….). And there are some places, especially in public with background noise, that I actually can’t hear what a person in front of me is saying. I seem to be having a struggle separating conversations, which never used to be a problem, and combined with the ringing in my ears I have a hard time really hearing what someone is trying to say – or I just hear wrong altogether.

A short while ago, what used to be “WHAT the ACTUAL hell am I doing?!” at all my little moments has become just a normal day. And we laugh about it. There are worse things to happen, right? That’s what I keep reminding myself. And so do others.

Which, if you really want to think about it, is actually quite invalidating. I know not to say that to others, because I know those twinges of frustration I feel when they say it to me. But I know they are coming from a place of kindness and concern, and just want to help. I understand that, sometimes, there are just no words that can help and those words which are offered are often awkward ways to say that they just don’t know what to say. I get that, and I’m grateful for them.

Sometimes, they may even feel I’m making it all up. And that’s really ok, too. What they think doesn’t really matter since they can’t really know what’s going on.

I don’t think about it further than letting that thought float away into a thankful smile.

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Last weekend I struggled with intense abdominal pain, and I kept saying to myself, “if it doesn’t get better tomorrow, I’m going to emerg.” Finally, when it got worse on Monday, I realized how dumb I was being by waiting and went in.

When there are already so many health issues going on, suffering through intense abdominal pain like I have in the past is not ideal. I’ve really learned to step outside of myself in order to properly make decisions like that. If someone were to come to me with the complaints I have now and ask me what they should do, I’d have suggested going straight to emerg. Well – that’s my answer, then. Why is it so hard for me to do that for myself without arguing?

Funny (not funny) enough, I know the answer to that.

I remember when I was a teenager, and I had what I now believe to be extreme eczema on my fingertips. It hurt so much, and trying to participate in any sports or even holding a pen was painful and would cause my fingers to bleed. I remember begging my dad to bring me to the doctor, because it wasn’t going away. We tried everything – lotions, antibacterial creams, antifungal ointments – anything over the counter. It wasn’t going away. He finally did, but he came into the appointment with me and insisted to the doctor that it was sandpaper I was using in shop class, and I was being a “putz” and not using gloves. He made sure the doctor knew that it wasn’t his idea to be “wasting the doctor’s time” but that he was only doing it so I would stop asking. I was so embarrassed. I remember it so clearly, and how much I hurt (both emotionally and physically), and how much I didn’t want to ever ask to see a doctor again, no matter what it was. The doctor gave me a steroid cream and my fingers cleared up after about a month, but I rarely asked for help because of situations just like that which were, in a way, worse than the complaint I had. Comments such as “suck it up” and “it’s not that bad” were common, and I started to simply ignore pain in general so that I would avoid seeming like a “wuss” to my old man. I wanted to live up to his expectations.

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When I moved to Edmonton, I had a couple of different doctors that dismissed any complaints I’d mention during yearly physicals, so I didn’t bring them up again. Many of those complaints are now links to a much bigger issue. It makes me wonder if previous physicians had paid attention, if this could have been resolved faster?

But, there’s no point in continuing that thought. There’s no changing it now, just moving forward.

When a person’s complaints are dismissed by others – especially their health care team – it sometimes makes that person push through symptoms that shouldn’t be ignored because they’re not taken seriously enough, and they start to wonder if it’s all in their own head. I’m definitely guilty of that, but this time I can’t ignore it. Nor will I – this idea of minimizing the way a person feels is a nefarious social habit that I would love to never see again. When someone says, “Ow, that hurts” I’d love to never hear the words “Suck it up” again. So what if you have a worse pain that you don’t complain about – pain is subjective, and people feel different things in different ways. That won’t make the pain go away for anyone.

Just because one person is having less struggle than another person does not mean that person isn’t in pain, and the pain that person feels does not deserve to be minimized just because someone else thinks they have it worse.

Seriously, that shit needs to stop. Pain sucks, no matter how much, what kind or who is experiencing it, and no one “deserves” to be in any kind of pain, no matter how stupid the action they take that causes it.

Anyways. Moving on.

While there are definitely some GI issues going on, they also found a cyst or mass on my ovary, as well. I wasn’t entirely surprised, really – I’ve been feeling a lump near my hip anyways, but I guess I had just thought or hoped it was something else. I was diagnosed with minor endometriosis in 2009, my mother had extreme endometriosis before her hysterectomy, there’s a history of ovarian cysts in my family – I guess it’s to be expected that I’d have some troubles with my internal lady bits.

There’s absolutely a reason (or, maybe, many reasons) that my body is rebelling against me. I have ideas and thoughts and suspicions, but there’s no way to know for sure, really, until we get closer to finding out what’s going on. I’m not just sitting idly waiting for a cure to come. I’ve been reading studies and books and publications, and finding out different angles that might be helpful in reducing symptoms. I’ve reduced my eating habits to bare basics to try to find a correlation between the reactions of different foods (and I’m starting to see some patterns, but nothing definitive yet since I am still struggling with my sugar intake… it’s my bane. And the husband doesn’t help with his cookies and danishes he brings home regularly. Curse you, tasty cookies…..)

It’s a lot of experimenting, a lot of patience and a lot of standing my ground in those occasional moments I do feel dismissed. Fortunately, there have been limited dismissals. I feel my family doctor may have not taken me seriously, at first, but he is now after an hour long appointment one day where he realized how far back many of the symptoms go. He has been my attending physician for only a year or so, so we’re playing some catch up. The only other time was the neurologist I saw in ER for a brain CT who tried to tell me I was “more depressed”. I suspect psychology is a little far from the field he specializes in, and I understand that it’s hard to really know how a person is feeling. I understand how he came to that conclusion, but it did not make it less frustrating at the time. Depression is something I feel confident saying I have not experienced for a number of years. It’s in my medical history, to be sure, but is not currently a part of my life.  I didn’t argue, however, since I wasn’t there to see him specifically – I was there on my own doctor’s order in order to get a CT scan faster than they could schedule one for.

Some people may think this is backwards progress, or that news isn’t good or that things aren’t happening.

Some people would (and do) look at the situation I’m in as frustrating and hopeless.

But I’m not that kind of some people. I’m that kind of somebody that sees every hint and clue as a direction to take, or a crumb to follow. So many things have been ruled out – and we have an actual direction to work towards, now. I see an internist soon, I am having an abdominal CT soon, and we’ll move on from there to see what comes.

Being a doctor isn’t easy, and diagnosing even less so. Many of the people I’ve spoken with believe there’s an easy test for everything and it shouldn’t take so long to find out what’s wrong – but the reality is that science hasn’t caught up to those needs. We don’t have the funky body scans like they do in Star Trek, yet. The best way to diagnose something is first to diagnose what that thing IS NOT. This takes time, patience, and sometimes allowing things to get worse in order to find those breadcrumbs to follow to figure out where to start fixing the problem. I understand the frustration of doctors running circles around that thing you know is going on – because sometimes they don’t want you to be right. They don’t want to admit that you know more than they do. But you DO know more. You’ve lived with your body. You know it better than they ever will in the way that you know how it feels, and you know when something is not right. You don’t need to know anatomy and physiology in order to tell someone that something isn’t right (although it certainly helps in order to express how you feel, or to understand why there’s an issue, and possibly how to fix that). Physicians are supposed to help you. Doctors are people too, however, and ego often gets in the way of progress.  There are good ones out there. They exist. They’re not all equal, and sometimes you have to find one that fits. Don’t sell yourself short, and don’t minimize what you’re feeling.

 

Take care of YOU.79fec95aff23e22ca6379a6ad4bc602a

 

Blessed be.