Fibromyalgia: HOW did this happen to me? How did I become so sick? The road to discovery has been paved with PAIN!!!
I took so many things for granted when I was younger.
I thought there would always be time for the things I didn’t get to do or say. I thought my kids would stay babies. I thought my husband and I would always be madly in love. I thought my Grandma would always be able to do everything with ease. Perhaps the thing I took for granted the most was my health. I thought I would always be healthy. I could eat and drink whatever I wanted. I mean why not I didn’t gain a pound in those days. I thought I would always be a healthy, energetic person. Not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what my life has been like for the past 5 years.
It all started in June of 2008, after a day of helping with vacation Bible school I ended up in the emergency room. I was in severe pain and could not stop vomiting blood. It turned out that I was having what is called a pancreas attack or pancreatitis. Which basically means an inflammation of your pancreas. Often a pancreas attack can be treated with pain meds and a liquid diet if not to severe. However, my pancreas was VERY inflamed. According to Webmd a normal Amylase (which is an enzyme that is measured by a blood test to determine if there is a problem with the pancreas) is between 25-125 units per liter and my level was 6,400. Because of this severe inflammation in my pancreas I was sent to a local teaching hospital where I could be seen by a specialist.
The day after I arrived there I was approached by a group of doctors that were responsible for my care. They proceeded to tell me after reviewing all of my test results such as blood, urine, ct scan, MRI, and EKG, that they felt it was necessary to give my pancreas a “rest.” They went on to explain that I would need to have a feeding tube placed and kept in for at least a few months to give my pancreas time to come back to normal size and try to function properly again. I remember feeling like a ton of bricks hit me. At first I was angry and responded cruelly I told them they were crazy I wasn’t going to need a feeding tube I just needed to rest a little longer and I would be fine. I was scared because how was I going to care for four children while hooked up to a pump to feed me at all times. What kind of crap were they trying to feed me? I mean who wanted something like this sticking out of them for months.
I have to give them credit where credit is due. They did not push the issue they gave me time to think about my situation. But there was one doctor I came to really trust during the time. I could tell he had my best interest at heart. The next day he came in my room alone with some pictures and test results. He sat down with me and showed me everything. He explained everything very thoroughly. And he said the one thing I needed to hear to put things in perspective. He told me that I was worried about my children and how I was going to raise them, but if I did not take the feeding tube I was taking a chance that I would not live much longer. He explained that my pancreas was very swollen and damaged, that I would not be able to eat because as soon as I did my pancreas would try to work and send me straight back into another attack. He explained that another attack in the condition my pancreas was in I would not be able to survive!!
As a mother there was no way I could take that chance. A few months of difficulty was definitely worth being here for my babies.
Oh but little did I know HOW much difficulty was too come!!!!
Stay tuned to here the rest of my story. Learn how one doctors mistake almost cost me the life I was fighting so hard to keep and how chicken noodle soup is the DEVIL!!!!
I will have Part 2 for you all tomorrow. I know you are so anxious to hear the rest BUT you will have to wait BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Until Next Time
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