Does life seem a bit sour to you? Like, maybe, it’s giving you a little too much lemon? Well, I can tell you one thing, for sure: in the end, you can handle much more than you thought you could.
Just recently, I was hospitalized for a week because my UC flared to a point that I couldn’t control through my holistic approach. I’ve had UC for 8 years, now, and it took me 5 years to figure out what works best for me. Those first five years consisted of meals full of immunosuppressants, steroids, bland food, and liquid diets plus exhausting clinic visits and bum probing. The last three (before December of 2015), I was proudly medicine-free by altering my diet to one that best suited me through research and trial-and-error and minimizing my stress as much as an insane person can. So, what went wrong? All of my methods suddenly stopped working. Just like that—life seemed to be spiraling out of control. But you know what the catch is?
I knew this was inevitable.
IBD is an illness that, because of its chronic nature, will progress in severity over time. It will vary person to person, and not everyone will have it like his or her neighbor. I knew for me, though, this was going to happen eventually. Going back to the hospital and back on medication and the cursed Prednisone was inescapable.
So, here I am. January 26, 2016. 10mg of Prednisone. 100mg of Azathioprine. In the induction period for Imuran/Remicade infusions. Feeling sore, getting bruised too easily, fat-faced, gluttonously hungry, angry one second then depressed the other… you could say I’m not feeling my best. But! You know what? These lemons ain’t that bad.
I’m not in severe pain anymore; I have successfully avoided surgery yet again; I have successfully avoided more blood transfusions; and my poops are “normal” (what?!). Most importantly, I am functioning and alive.
If it weren’t for me succumbing to the ER and getting back on medicine, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I am supremely happy to share that I have received a promotion at my job since being released from the hospital, have had energy and time to devote to my hobbies of cooking, art, and dancing, somewhat keeping up with domestic engineering (hey, more so as compared to before the hospital), and spending time with loved ones.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that medicine heals all or that holistic approaches don’t work—I’ve tried everything but fecal transplants..! What I’m really saying is: listen to your body.
Do what you truly believe feels right. Do it until it stops working. Life with UC and Crohn’s is unpredictable in some aspects but is also predictable in others. It’s so crucial to mold yourself with its various personalities; otherwise, you’re gonna end up in an enormous, ugly pickle.
You are not a victim of IBD. You are a survivor. It frickin’ lives with YOU! Throw those lemons back!
Now that I’ve shared just a tad of my story with IBD, I look forward to sharing awesome information that I’ve stumbled upon with you all and occasionally hating on IBD together because a lot of the time, it can be a huge pain in the hind, and you know you have wanted to give it a good slap at some point.