There’s Hope In Front Of Me

Does everyone with a chronic illness feel like they’re drowning in medical appointments or is it just me?

Lately, it feels as if they’re never-ending…

Take this last week, for example – I had 6 medical appointments. The week before, I had 6 appointments as well. This upcoming week, I have 5 scheduled. I originally had 7 but I was released from physical therapy on Friday (long story, which I’ll update at another time). All  of April was pretty much the same thing and the rest of May isn’t looking that much better. Honestly, I’m so exhausted from trying to manage all of these appointments and there is barely  time to think, let alone do, much of anything else (e.g. school work). It feels like I’m never going to get a break at this point – and it’s really not helping my symptoms either. The only good part is that we’re finally starting to make some progress.

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I have a few new diagnoses and some possible new treatment options to look forward to, including the possibility of a few surgeries. Although I was skeptical at first, 2016 does seem to be my year after all – it just got off to a slow start I guess. If nothing else, all of this forward motion has given me hope once again.

Hope In Front Of Me

By Danny Gokey

I’ve been running through rain
That I thought would never end
Trying to make it on faith
In a struggle against the wind
I’ve seen the dark and the broken places
But I know in my soul
No matter how bad it gets
I’ll be alright
There’s hope in front of me
There’s a light, I still see it
There’s a hand still holding me
Even when I don’t believe it
I might be down but I’m not dead
There’s better days still up ahead
Even after all I’ve seen
There’s hope in front of me
There’s a place at the end of the storm
You finally find
Where the hurt and the tears and the pain
All fall behind
You open up your eyes and up ahead
There’s a big sun shining
Right then and there you realize
You’ll be alright
There’s hope in front of me
There’s a light, I still see it
There’s a hand still holding me
Even when I don’t believe it
I might be down but I’m not dead
There’s better days still up ahead
Even after all I’ve seen
There’s hope in front of me
There’s a hope still burning
I can feel it rising through the night
And my world’s still turning
I can feel your love here by my side
You’re my hope
You’re the light, I still see it
Your hands are holding me
Even when I don’t believe it
I’ve got to believe
I still have hope
You are my hope

One day, too late… just as well.


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There is nothing more frustrating than to be sick everyday with no answers.

Spending all your “free time” in hospitals and medical clinics.

Test after test, each one giving you hope that you’ll find answers.

To give reason for the suffering. For validation. For purpose behind the pain.

Only to be left disappointed and with more questions than before.


Last week I had my last round of scheduled medical testing for my stomach. I was scheduled for a ultrasound on my gallbladder, impedance and pH study, and a gastric emptying study.  It’s hard not to have expectations going in to these tests. I’ve spent so many years researching, studying, and living with my illness. I always THINK I know what the outcome is going to be, but I should know better by now that things are never what they seem (and maybe even more so when you’ve gone this long without a diagnosis). e288505caf91dc730b2f9ebbd3a9a0caI thought for sure, there is no way that my gastric emptying test would come back normal. I did expect minimal results on the other two, but with all the dysfunction I have with my stomach, I truly believed it was absolutely impossible that this would be just another “within normal limits” result. 

  • It takes weeks for anything to come out my stomach.
  • I can feel the food and where it is in my digestive track as soon as it is swallowed.
  • I get severe pain and constipation.
  • My food comes out the same way it goes in.
  • I won’t go to the bathroom for weeks at a time.
  • I feel full after only a few bites.
  • I can’t eat and drink at the same time due to filling up too fast.
  • I am ALWAYS, without end, nauseated.
  • When I do eat, I am bloated for days at a time.
  • Most days I feel no hunger at all.

I was convinced that I had gastroparesis. In fact, my GI doctor thought so too, especially after I wasn’t cleared out after my colonoscopy. Now, I wasn’t whole-heartedly thinking that gastroparesis would be my DIAGNOSIS or even the cause of ALL my symptoms, but I thought it was a bi-product or complication of something else. 

The gastric emptying test itself takes four long hours and is basically a game of hurry up and wait. We arrive at the hospital early in the morning. You’re not allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before. Usually for the test, they have you eat eggs with radioactive materials as the contrast, two pieces of toast with jelly (evidently the sugar in the jelly is the key to moving the digestive track – who would have thought) and a full glass of water, all in under 10 minutes. Well, since I have an allergy to eggs, I got to do it with plain, sugar-free oatmeal, toast and jelly, and a small glass of water. It’s not that it tasted bad, per say, but it was early and that was the most I had eaten in a long time in one sitting. I could tell the technician was slightly impatient with how long it was taking me to get it down, but I was trying the best that I could and I felt like I was plowing through it (even though I wasn’t). After the 15 minute time mark, she gave up and told me the half a cup of oatmeal and single piece of toast I choked down should be enough. It was, which was confirmed after my first round in the machine, which showed small specs of radioactive material high up in my digestive track.

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This is what the machine looks like.

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These are how the images come out on the computer screen as they are generated from the scan. I followed along with my results at each hour and compared them to a normal scan. Of course, there’s calculations they make along the way, but it gave me a general idea. And at each check point, I could tell that the test was going to be normal. 

So needless to say, after the first two hours of the test, I was disappointed. And I still had TWO MORE HOURS to go.

You are literally  in the machine for 5 minutes and then wait to be scanned again in another hour. Wait. Wait. Wait. You’re mind is going crazy. It’s a long test, especially when you feel like it was going to be another waste of time. And I didn’t have any coffee, so I was getting grumpy.

But WHAT IF something happens at the end? I can’t give up yet… 

I knew what I would hear when they called back with results. I hoped maybe my attempt at reading my own radiology would be wrong, that my doctor would SEE something abnormal that I didn’t catch along the way…

Again, I should know better. Oh well. I’ll add this test to my long pile of normal results. And wouldn’t you know, I have finally been able to eat this week because of the prednisone i was given for the anaphylaxis, but haven’t had a bowel movement since my test. But my stomach is emptying normally…. *smh* Why didn’t this happen LAST week, when I was testing.

It’s sad when you pray to have  abnormal results, but that’s life when you are undiagnosed.


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 Since April, I have had the following tests for my abdominal pain:

The only test that came back abnormal was the CT scan. It’s just frustrating being so sick but your tests keep telling you that everything is normal. I’m sorry, this is NOT normal, despite what the tests say.

You almost become numb to the all the testing. It’s not they’re enjoyable by any means, especially when you’re doing tests on your GI track. Almost every GI tests involves eating/drinking some disgusting type of contrast material, you starve yourself for days preparing for the test, you’re exposed to an ungodly amount of radiation, and they can make you sick for days after. And more times than not, with abdominal pain being one of the hardest chronic problems to diagnose, you go through all of this for no reason. If anyone says they enjoy diagnostic testing, then they are straight up lying to you. But you do it, because you have hope. 

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It’s always on my mind as to when the doctor will decide to give up and stop looking for answers. I’m lucky I finally found a doctor who has wanted to continue the search for a diagnosis, when all the other doctors have given up. But I  know that there will come a day when she will say, “Well we tried our best, everything is normal. Go about you life”… But wait… I’m still sick…


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Seeing as all my symptoms started with the abdominal pain and it causes the majority of dysfunction in my life, I have always centered my “theories” around diagnosis being related to that. But as more tests are done and I begin to connect some more dots from the tests that have actually come back abnormal,  I am starting to believe that my stomach and digestive system is not actually the problem at all. Especially with all the other random symptoms that keep rearing their ugly faces every time I turn around. It’s made me start looking into other body systems. I swear, with all the time I’ve spent researching and studying, I should have earned a medical degree by now.

I know I should stop trying to diagnose myself, but how else am I going to find an answer? No doctor is going to, or even has the time to, do this kind of research themselves. If it wasn’t for the time I spend on my online medical degree, then I wouldn’t even be this far. I found all my specialists myself. I find the research studies backing the connections and symptoms. I look for differential diagnoses. If I had left it up to my primary care doctor, I’d be waiving the white flag, accepting that I am a medical mystery, and go about life in pain until I die. That’s just not good enough, I’m sorry. 


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Most people in the chronic illness community identify the zebra to those who have been diagnosed with EDS, but really, it’s a symbol for all of us who have weird and complicated symptoms that can’t be easily explained or diagnosed. It’s easier to disregard the symptoms than find the cause of them. And we are left undiagnosed.

That’s why these tests are import. Why we have to keep trying to find an answer. Get validation. Prove to everyone that this illness is not in our heads, that this is a real problem that deserves to be taken seriously. I DESERVE TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.

So I’ll keep collecting my “normal” tests until they have literally ruled out everything possible.

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