Discussing bowel movements is undoubtedly a taboo subject for many people, which has helped a stigma form around Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD). For people living with IBD, most commonly in the form of Crohn’s Disease or Ulcerative Colitis, ‘embarrassment’, ‘shame’, and ‘isolation’ are regularly used words to describe the emotional strain that accompanies the physical symptoms of their condition. These bloggers, each excelling in particular areas, write openly and honestly about the realities of life with IBD. In doing so, they are helping create a community that offers support, raise awareness that helps tackle the stigma, and provide practical tips for various walks of life.
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Tuesday, March 19, 2019
"Crohn's Disease Ate My Colon" - My story (Part Two)
Diagnosis
Everyone's journey through the IBD diagnosis tunnel is different.
Everyone's trip down the IBD symptom slide is different.
But the common thread for all of us, is IBD itself, whether that be Crohn's or Colitis.
For me, I was finally diagnosed in June 1988 but symptoms started December '87/January '88 soon after returning from a trip to England for my Nan's funeral.
One morning I got up, showered, shaved had breakfast and laid on the couch to watch the news before work as usual. I worked as a retail manager in a large department store chain. Nothing out of the ordinary, but that was the last time my life would be "ordinary".
As I watched the news I started to feel something in my throat, like a gas bubble. I kept swallowing and swallowing to try and get it to move but to no avail. I made a cup of tea to see if that would help and it did....sort of. As I drank, I could feel it move down my throat, into my chest and into my stomach, then the feeling I had to go to the washroom and the sudden urge to have a bowl movement. And that's where and when the pain started.
Just like that.
No inclination of a problem. Nothing leading up to it. No signs. Nothing.
I was 19 years old.
Made appointment with my doctor and he thought it was unusual but went right to testing for a parasite as I had just returned from a trip abroad. Had the usual blood work and added fecal testing. Everything showed up negative of course but the pain now was more and more frequent and soon I started to eat less and less. The fetal position was now common for me. Laying on my bed, curled up, waiting for the "pain train" as I called it, to pass. I could feel the pain coming like an oncoming train, it would peak and then fade away, like the train had passed on to it's destination. I saw two other doctors in the same office when my doctor didn't know what he was dealing with and those two did the exact same tests. Now I have pain, diarrhea and blood all the time and the weight is dropping. Not sure if its from what's happening to me or it's because I'm not eating as much. Every time I ate, pain would soon follow, so why eat if it's going to hurt me.
So far, three doctors are still convinced I picked up some parasite while in the UK. By now, my clothes were hanging on me and I was pulling the belt on my pants so tight, I had to make more holes for the clasp. Keep in mind, this is 1988, there was no internet to "Google" my symptoms. I was at a loss and getting frustrated, angry and sad all at the same time. There was no history in my family.
I started my "IBD journey" at a very healthy and athletic 170 lbs (77 kg / 12 stone). I was a soccer player and a competitive figure skater prior to that. Never was sick. Ever.
I was now around 150 lbs (68 kg / 10 stone)
It's now May/June 1988.
It was the last doctor in the same office that figured it out, just on the symptoms and test results alone. "I think you have Crohn's Disease," he said, "you are showing the same symptoms as another patient of mine that was just diagnosed."
"Crohn's Disease?", I asked, "what's that?"
He went on to explain that it's an inflammatory bowel disease, which he then had to explain what inflammatory bowel disease was. Which now, thinking about it, is kind of funny.
So, I asked, (and I remember this sequence of events very, very clearly) "Okay, so how do we get rid of it?" And his answer hit me hard. "You can't," he said, "you are going to have this the rest of your life. There is no cure for Crohn's Disease."
"There must be something we can do?," my mum asked.
"Other than medications and surgery, there's nothing else I can do," my doctor answered.
I remember the look on my mum's face.
I was 20 years old.......
Next: Part Three
Everyone's journey through the IBD diagnosis tunnel is different.
Everyone's trip down the IBD symptom slide is different.
But the common thread for all of us, is IBD itself, whether that be Crohn's or Colitis.
For me, I was finally diagnosed in June 1988 but symptoms started December '87/January '88 soon after returning from a trip to England for my Nan's funeral.
One morning I got up, showered, shaved had breakfast and laid on the couch to watch the news before work as usual. I worked as a retail manager in a large department store chain. Nothing out of the ordinary, but that was the last time my life would be "ordinary".
As I watched the news I started to feel something in my throat, like a gas bubble. I kept swallowing and swallowing to try and get it to move but to no avail. I made a cup of tea to see if that would help and it did....sort of. As I drank, I could feel it move down my throat, into my chest and into my stomach, then the feeling I had to go to the washroom and the sudden urge to have a bowl movement. And that's where and when the pain started.
Just like that.
No inclination of a problem. Nothing leading up to it. No signs. Nothing.
I was 19 years old.
Made appointment with my doctor and he thought it was unusual but went right to testing for a parasite as I had just returned from a trip abroad. Had the usual blood work and added fecal testing. Everything showed up negative of course but the pain now was more and more frequent and soon I started to eat less and less. The fetal position was now common for me. Laying on my bed, curled up, waiting for the "pain train" as I called it, to pass. I could feel the pain coming like an oncoming train, it would peak and then fade away, like the train had passed on to it's destination. I saw two other doctors in the same office when my doctor didn't know what he was dealing with and those two did the exact same tests. Now I have pain, diarrhea and blood all the time and the weight is dropping. Not sure if its from what's happening to me or it's because I'm not eating as much. Every time I ate, pain would soon follow, so why eat if it's going to hurt me.
So far, three doctors are still convinced I picked up some parasite while in the UK. By now, my clothes were hanging on me and I was pulling the belt on my pants so tight, I had to make more holes for the clasp. Keep in mind, this is 1988, there was no internet to "Google" my symptoms. I was at a loss and getting frustrated, angry and sad all at the same time. There was no history in my family.
I started my "IBD journey" at a very healthy and athletic 170 lbs (77 kg / 12 stone). I was a soccer player and a competitive figure skater prior to that. Never was sick. Ever.
I was now around 150 lbs (68 kg / 10 stone)
It's now May/June 1988.
It was the last doctor in the same office that figured it out, just on the symptoms and test results alone. "I think you have Crohn's Disease," he said, "you are showing the same symptoms as another patient of mine that was just diagnosed."
"Crohn's Disease?", I asked, "what's that?"
He went on to explain that it's an inflammatory bowel disease, which he then had to explain what inflammatory bowel disease was. Which now, thinking about it, is kind of funny.
So, I asked, (and I remember this sequence of events very, very clearly) "Okay, so how do we get rid of it?" And his answer hit me hard. "You can't," he said, "you are going to have this the rest of your life. There is no cure for Crohn's Disease."
"There must be something we can do?," my mum asked.
"Other than medications and surgery, there's nothing else I can do," my doctor answered.
I remember the look on my mum's face.
I was 20 years old.......
Next: Part Three
Friday, March 15, 2019
Saturday, March 9, 2019
"Crohn's Disease Ate My Colon" - My story (Part One)
We all know that Crohn's Disease, Ulcerative Colitis and IBD in general, affects us all differently in one way or another. The common denominator is the disease itself, that's it. There are slight variations in symptoms and how it affects us, but we all deal with it in our own fashion.
Me? Well.... here's my story.
June 1988 is when I was finally diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, symptoms came suddenly just 6 months prior, I had just turned 20. I was the two sport athlete, ate "normally", no family history of Crohn's or any IBD.
Not always a good thing to be first.
I was born in a small town in the interior of British Columbia. We moved a few times, finally settling in Surrey, BC, Canada. I think my childhood was about as normal as the next kid, father went to work every morning (he was a teacher) and my mum stayed at home watching us kids. I was a pretty active kid growing up, always outside or doing something. I was introduced to ice skating when I was 8 years old after my parents took us to a local skating event. We signed up for lessons soon afterwards and quickly discovered I had a knack for skating. One of the coaches took notice and I joined the figure skating club at 10 years old. I enjoyed the quietness of tracing figures on the ice, over and over and over again. I remember how calming it was after a day of school. I loved the freedom of the free skating, the jumps, spins, artistry... the falling wasn't pleasant but it was all part of learning, which I think I've taken with me throughout my life. If you fall, get up as quick as you can, brush it off and try again. Repeat.
By the time I was 12 I was rising though the ranks, placing and winning in competitions and enjoying skating. I was teased in school which was hard, but back then you had two choices, let it bring you down or do something about it. I chose to do something about it and one day after some on going teasing about being a male figure skater, I hit him and got into a fight. It was quick, but I stood up for myself. Things changed after that and once some of them came to see me practice, they noticed I was the only guy among 25 girls on the ice.
My life changed a few years later when my dad left us. Just like that, no clue as to why, just left. He left us each a letter and once I read it, I threw it out. I don't remember today what it said, but I remember that it made me angry and changed me. I went from being the nice kid, to being the angry kid. It affected my skating and I ended up leaving the sport in 1985 after attending our Provincial Winter Games. I had been playing soccer for a few years at the same time and started to concentrate on playing as I could take my frustrations out on the pitch.
It is at this point in my life, I personally think, that maybe Crohn's started. Not necessarily any symptoms showing, but the anger, anxiety and keeping everything in, contributed to the Crohn's gene starting it's life. It might not be the reason, because there is no known cause yet, but for me, I think it's a contributing factor.
It's birth inside me so to speak, even though symptoms won't show for another 4 years.....
Next: Part Two
Me? Well.... here's my story.
June 1988 is when I was finally diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, symptoms came suddenly just 6 months prior, I had just turned 20. I was the two sport athlete, ate "normally", no family history of Crohn's or any IBD.
Not always a good thing to be first.
I was born in a small town in the interior of British Columbia. We moved a few times, finally settling in Surrey, BC, Canada. I think my childhood was about as normal as the next kid, father went to work every morning (he was a teacher) and my mum stayed at home watching us kids. I was a pretty active kid growing up, always outside or doing something. I was introduced to ice skating when I was 8 years old after my parents took us to a local skating event. We signed up for lessons soon afterwards and quickly discovered I had a knack for skating. One of the coaches took notice and I joined the figure skating club at 10 years old. I enjoyed the quietness of tracing figures on the ice, over and over and over again. I remember how calming it was after a day of school. I loved the freedom of the free skating, the jumps, spins, artistry... the falling wasn't pleasant but it was all part of learning, which I think I've taken with me throughout my life. If you fall, get up as quick as you can, brush it off and try again. Repeat.
By the time I was 12 I was rising though the ranks, placing and winning in competitions and enjoying skating. I was teased in school which was hard, but back then you had two choices, let it bring you down or do something about it. I chose to do something about it and one day after some on going teasing about being a male figure skater, I hit him and got into a fight. It was quick, but I stood up for myself. Things changed after that and once some of them came to see me practice, they noticed I was the only guy among 25 girls on the ice.
My life changed a few years later when my dad left us. Just like that, no clue as to why, just left. He left us each a letter and once I read it, I threw it out. I don't remember today what it said, but I remember that it made me angry and changed me. I went from being the nice kid, to being the angry kid. It affected my skating and I ended up leaving the sport in 1985 after attending our Provincial Winter Games. I had been playing soccer for a few years at the same time and started to concentrate on playing as I could take my frustrations out on the pitch.
It is at this point in my life, I personally think, that maybe Crohn's started. Not necessarily any symptoms showing, but the anger, anxiety and keeping everything in, contributed to the Crohn's gene starting it's life. It might not be the reason, because there is no known cause yet, but for me, I think it's a contributing factor.
It's birth inside me so to speak, even though symptoms won't show for another 4 years.....
Next: Part Two
Friday, March 8, 2019
You Might Be A Crohnie
If reviewing your medical records takes more than a week
... you might be a Crohnie
... you might be a Crohnie
Tuesday, March 5, 2019
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