Take down in 10 days!!!!

by on Friday, May 27, 2011 9:24

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Hey ya’ll. There is a lot of update on so bear with me. As a lot of you know, I was traveling to Cleveland Clinic to have my surgeries, and used to rave about how wonderful they were. Well over the last year, they slowly became less than wonderful. (more details about this on my other blog). Long story short, for my last and hopefully final surgery, I am switching surgeons and clinics. I was so scared to change especially this far in, but I did my research, consulted my jpouch friends and found someone that isn’t willing to give me extra unnecessary surgeries (like Cleveland).

Soon to be "ex bag lady"

I want you urge you all to take control and be your own advocate. Just because our doctors are “in charge” of our medical cases, doesn’t mean they always know best. Get second opinions the whole duration of surgeries if you’d like, and if your surgeon stops working for you, find someone who will. Switching is scary, but I really think I’m making a great choice. I guess we’ll see. Which bring me to this….

10 DAYS!! This has been 15 months in the making! I have had complications, extra surgeries, stoma problems, blah balh balhla…but in 10 days, I shall be pooping out of my butt like the rest of the world!!

So to all my jpouch people: I’m trying to make a list of the essentials for post op. I know there is some butt cream or something, and depends pads? I have no clue. What are the “must haves” for after your butt is hooked up again?

Thanks to Mark and Megan for this site..it has helped me a lot through this journey…and I’m sure it will also through the next chapter.





Updates from Surgery #2/3

by on Tuesday, May 3, 2011 1:02

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Hey all,
Its been about 6 weeks since my surgery…and this one…of course didn’t work out 100% awesome like I wanted it to. The surgery went ok, I got my pouch but he didn’t do a takedown. Also the stoma separated, and retracted, my vagina got tilted, I got depressed, and all sorts of other fun adventures.

I’ve done a lot of updating since then on my other blog, and I don’t want to clog up this blog space with all of that info. So…I’m alive. New surgery (and hopefully final) is June 7th.

I’ve been really anticipating this final surgery but not in a good way. I’m terrified of it. So far NOTHING has gone right, and I’m petrified that my jpouch will not work, or fail, explode or spontaneously combust or something. Luck is just something that isn’t on my side…so I’m going into this final step with nothing but doubt. Uplifting, eh?!

On the bright side I’ve lost almost 60 lbs from this time last year. No steroids after surgery and a lot of hard word can go far! I just started taking vitamins last week, but other than that, I’m not on any medication. NONE. So…thats a perk so far for the surgery!


I hope you are all well.


8 Days from Surgery

by on Wednesday, March 9, 2011 6:14

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So I”ve got 8 days until we try to redo my step 2, which is now technically step 3 of 4….its complicated.

But in anticipation, I”ve created this facebook page. Enjoy.


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Belladonna Wars?

by on Friday, February 11, 2011 11:56

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belladonna crohn's disease drug Hey, guys.  Long time no blog.  So, here’s the scoop-I’ve been doing a lot better since my visit with pouch guru Dr. Bo Shen back in November.  He diagnosed me with efferent limb syndrome which means that the connection to my j-pouch goes at a diagonal instead of vertical making it really hard to poop!  This explains my pelvic pain, multiple trips to the bathroom, anal cuff spasms, basically everything!  So, he prescribed a drug he said was, “very safe.  No side effects.  Can drive car.”  This miracle drug (and it is) is Belladonna/Opium suppository.  I did a little research on it because I like to know what I’m putting in my body, and also, it’s nearly impossible to get and I wanted to know why.

So, Belladonna is old school.  It has many uses, many names which include “Deadly Nightshade”.  It literally means, “beautiful woman” in Italian because drops made from the plant were used to dilate women’s pupils (considered attractive back in the day).  Although it is highly poisonous, it is very useful in medicine when compounded properly.  It’s used a lot for gastrointestinal problems like motion sickness and can be used as an antispasmodic to treat IBS and Crohn’s disease.  One compound is used to treat Parkinson’s, and others are used for heart resuscitation.  In my case, it acts as a muscle relaxant, helping my dyschezia (difficulty in pooping as a consequence of long-time suppression to defecate), anal spasms, it also helps with pelvic pain, reduces my trips to the bathroom, and helps me empty!   According to Wikipedia, in the past, when combined with opium, it was used as a “flying ointment” to get witches to their brew-ha-ha’s.  Seriously, look it up!  So, aside from hindering my mode of transportation, not being able to get this has resulted in increased rectal pressure, multiple trips to the bathroom, anal bleeding from said bathroom trips, soiling myself at night, not sleeping b/c I have to get up 3-4 times a night to poop, incomplete emptying…the list goes on.  So, basically, back to my crappy “normal”.

I can’t get it because there’s a shortage of the beautiful lady.  However, before (and I’ve only had one rx, by the way) it was no easy feat to acquire it either.  I felt like such a druggie calling all these local pharmacies and getting turned away because, “it’s a class two drug.”  Class one drugs are mostly your standard illegal drugs that they consider to have no or little medical use and are primarily used as a recreational tool to get you high.  Class one drugs include LSD, marijuana, “magic mushrooms”, meth, PCP, etc.  You get the drift.  (My research from the DEA’s website.)  Class two drugs have a use medically, but are narcotics like Dilaudid, Ritalin, OxyCotin, Percocet, etc.  You get the drift. Most of us here have had Dilaudid or some form in an IV drip after surgery or while hospitalized for pain.  It has the effect of getting you “high” but is such a useful tool for pain, it is still used.  Enter my suppositories.  The doseage is 16.2 mg of belladonna and 30mg of opium.   I should mention that in my research I found that belladonna can also be used as a recreational drug that produces hallucinations and delirium.  However, it’s poisonous and generally not worth that attempt.  I will admit, the first suppository made me kinda giggly and “loosy goosy” but had no ill effects the next day, so it’s not something one would use for a “high” effect.  However, it did make me super  happy because it helped me poop and relieved my pain and urgency.  Plus, after getting drug-induced lupus from man-made drugs, I was eager to try something natural.   And, it helped! After five years of trying, post surgically, to figure out what was wrong with me and to then find something so simple that helped and may help me live a more normal, productive life, and avoid surgery no. 8, I was ecstatic!

So, the first rx I had was a feat to have filled.  I eventually had luck with my mail order pharmacy who couldn’t imagine why I’d had such trouble in the first place.  One catch-legally, Dr. Shen can’t write me more than a month’s supply (b/c it’s class two), and it can’t be called or faxed in-has to be mailed in, by me…Who lives in Texas.   Dr. is in Ohio…hmmm. So getting refills should be interesting.  And it has been!  They faxed one in and that was denied, but I called Dr. Shen’s office and they are awesome and mail it to me so that I can then send in to my pharmacy.  I should mention that at this point I’ve been without it for two weeks and am crapping myself regularly and getting desperate.  Life without pain and pooping all the time is SO nice!  So, today I get a call from my mail order pharmacy…they can’t get it. UGH!!!  So, I call the manufacturer=shortage of belladonna.  I was shocked b/c I thought the issue had always been opium.  Anyway, I’m trying again to get it from CC pharm, but this will be the third (the other two were destroyed b/c they couldn’t be filled) rx for this in a month from me trying to get my medicine, so who knows if he can even write me another one legally.

So, is it just me, or is this totally ridiculous?  That I’ve finally found something so simple that helps, and I can’t get it because of regulations and supply problems (probably related to those regulations).   I can easily get something that could cause cancer, lupus, tuberculous, infections, the list goes on, but something with essentially no side effects I can’t get.  That makes perfect sense.

I’m going to try to find an alchemist or someone who can just make it for me and hopefully not poison me.

The lengths we go to for health.

Cleveland Clinic, Day 1

by on Wednesday, December 8, 2010 9:26

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Dr. Bo Shen

Well, I finally made the pilgrimage back to Cleveland Clinic (CC) to see the famed “King of Pouches”, Dr. Bo Shen. As one involved in the J-pouch/IBD community, I had, of course, heard of Dr. Shen before. He’s sort of the last desperate act for a lot of people who come from all over the world to seek his counsel. I decided to go after a friend of mine and my mother’s met with Dr. Shen, e-mailed me and said, “Liz, you have to go. If your insurance doesn’t cover it, I will pay for it. He’s that good. He can help you.” So, by divine Providence, our new insurance did cover Dr. Shen, and I made an appointment immediately. When I called in October, his first available was January 18th. I was a little disappointed to wait that long, especially after developing the lupus issues, stopping Humira and feeling at a loss for IBD/J-pouch management, but enter more divine Providence. A friend I met, also through the IBD community, had her surgery at CC and was a patient of Dr. Remzi’s, a colleague of Dr. Shen. So, she got me Dr. Shen’s e-mail. He got back to me…the same day! A random patient he’d never heard of, never had a referral from, AND he offered to get me in sooner. So, here I am, writing about my appointment yesterday, and although it was a long, exhausting day of tests and appointments, (twelve hours to be exact), I feel so thankful to be in the care of this expert.

I arrived at 8:00 a.m. yesterday morning and checked in for my pouchoscopy. Naturally, I’d done my “prep” by drinking only clear liquids the day prior-no food. This is a struggle for me sans Prednione, but damn near torture after being on ‘roids for almost two months. But…I did it. The scope was my first meeting with Dr. Shen. I found him friendly, cheerful, and very informed. We talked a bit about my history, they loaded me up with Demorol (which I’m typically allergic to, but didn’t bother me yesterday) and Verset, and although I was loopy, I was able to watch the scope on the screen, watch him take the biopsies, and ask him probably the same question ten or fifteen times. When I was wheeled back into my curtained area, Dr. Shen came back to give me the images from the scope and review them with me. At that time, still under the blissful spell of Verset, I declared, “Dr. Shen, you are J-pouch Jesus. This is what I shall call you.” He cracked up.

After what was probably a much more lucid conversation with my mother, he scurried off to his next ass-reaming. He instructed me to go have several tests, “right now.” So, we went to his scheduler, and I went immediately to what I referred to as my “ass trajectory” test, although it was actually called marometry test. I lied on my left side, the typical ass-exam position, while a doctor placed some kind of sensors around my “hole”, then threaded a tube up my anus to my pouch. First, I did a few squeezes to test my muscle tone, then he inflated the balloon and asked me to tell him when I felt like I needed to have a bowel movement. I lied there for a while, waiting to feel something, and he asked me two or three times, “Do you not feel that yet?” I said, “Well, I can tell something is there, but I don’t feel like I have to go to the bathroom.” I told him, “After years of training myself to not go, I think my sensations are a little off.” Turns out, that’s true. Dr. Shen suspects I have dyschezia, which literally means, “difficulty in defecating (usually as a consequence of long continued voluntary suppression of the urge to defecate)”. The doctor doing the procedure moved the balloon down a bit and man I could really feel it then! It felt like a pain on the left side, similar to what I get when my anus spasms. I eventually was able to push the balloon out. I then wiped my ass, pulled up my pants, went to the bathroom and headed for the lab. There, I had several vials of blood drawn and was given a cup for a stool sample. Mom and I trotted off to building H to wait for my barium enema test, but they couldn’t get me in until 4:00 p.m. and they were running behind. My appointment (back in building A) with Dr. Shen was at 4:30. After not eating for two days, I finally hit a wall in the waiting room. I hadn’t been allowed to drink or eat after the scope in preparation for the barium test. Fierce bitchiness set in and I said, “Okay, screw this test. I’m done not eating. If I don’t get something to drink or eat in the next ten minutes I’m going to pass out.” So, we said sayonara to the X-ray lab and headed to the nice cafe nearby. I scarfed down a small portion of bland pasta and a few bites of yogurt-just enough energy to get me through my appointment with Dr. Shen. I wanted to be able to think and be semi-coherent during my appointment with him, and two days with no food, and a full day with no fluids does not a coherent no-coloned girl make.

We spent a good deal of time talking with Dr. Shen. He’s surprisingly informal, which might be the secret to his success. He gets you in when you need to see him, he doesn’t have someone make copies of your records, you just bring what you have and you sit and flip through them together. This is really nice because medical records are not always correct. Typos and misinterpreted dictation can lead to confusion, so it’s nice to be able to go through that with your physician. We also watched my defecating pouchography (x-ray video of me pooping) and he saw some pouch anomalies. He threw out about four possible theories for my problems. Two were functional (some sort of buldge around my anus/J-pouch that is too close to my vagina), a possible fistula from my J-pouch to vagina (eww). He is testing me for IgG4, autoimmune pouchitis, and then of course trying to determine if I do have Crohn’s. My pouch looked good in the scope because of Prednisone, so it didn’t look as nasty as it did during my last scope. I go today for the barium enema (more not eating) and another appointment with Dr. Shen. I really appreciate how thorough he is with his patients. I think it’s so refreshing that he really understands that it’s important to cram in as much as you can while you are here. He also told me that I should be tested for anklosing spondylitis, a concurrent condition that can occur with IBD. He also mentioned that I need to switch to an estrogen-based birth control pill.

What I’m listening to: De Stjil, White Blood Cells, and Elephant by the White Stripes.

Where I’m eating for my next meal: Mallorca, fine dining Spanish in downtown Cleveland
What I’m thankful for: All the kind people, my mother, J-pouch Jesus.

Cutest story: Our bellman, John, is also a pastor, and when we came down to get in the “ride” he’d arranged for us, he outstretched his arms, motioning for mom and me to come under each one, gently hugged us, bowed his head and began to pray for “Sister Davis.” I didn’t apprise him of my new surname. I figured God was privy. After the prayer, we turned around to see our car was a white stretch Lincoln towncar. Mom was crying from the emotional prayer, I was cracking up that we got a limo. We had a lovely conversation with our helpful driver. Nice way to start the long day.

J-Pouch Jesus

by on Sunday, November 28, 2010 13:55

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Electric Jesus

So, I feel a bit like I’ve been raping the Jpouch.net homepage lately.  In my defense, there’s been a lot going on and I’m under the impression that you guys are fascinated with my suffering.  Just joking.  Actually, I come to you now in a state of gratitude and excitement.  After years of trying to deal with Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) with medicine, surgery, more medicine, more surgery, natural remedies, you name it, I am finally going to see the puppet-master of J-pouches, Dr. Bo Shen.  If you’ve read the jpouch.org board lately, you know or have heard of Dr. Shen.  He is a gastro at Cleveland Clinic in Ohio and is pretty much the bee’s knees when it comes to J-pouch problems.  He recently published a paper about IgG4 Pouchitis which is a fascinating discovery.  He’s on the cusp of all new research because he’s the one doing it.  His patients love him because he is kind and he knows his shit.   I would be a big fat (thanks, Prednisone) liar if I told you I wasn’t batshit crazy excited to be doing scope prep. tomorrow, driving seven hours to Cleveland with my mom in order to have a scope and clinic visit on Tuesday with Dr. Shen.  I am excited because maybe, just maybe, after over a decade of fighting this fucking disease, I will get some answers, and hopefully, a solution.  I’ve porked-up a solid ten pounds since being on Prednisone over the past month for lupus.    I’m interested to see what state my pouch is in sans Humira, but ‘roided up.  It feels unhappy despite my steroid-savior.

As I journey to Cleveland, have my innards examined, blood and tissues meticulously searched for anomalies, and decoded by my J-pouch Jesus, you, dear readers, will have a front-row seat.  I will photograph, video, and all-around-document my experiences there, and hopefully come back to you with new, promising news in the world of IBD and J-pouch medicine.

Wish me luck!

Cleveland Rocks!

Fear Monger, MD

by on Thursday, November 4, 2010 0:14

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Hi, guys!  So, I’m still alive.  I thought I would give you a brief update about how things are going with lupus.  It pretty much sucks.  It’s not like I’m not used to pain and my body doing weird shit, cause I totes am. However,  I am used to it mostly being invisible to the outside world.  Previously, this was something that both pleased and annoyed me, because I could be in excruciating pain, exhausted, but still get the, “But you look so good!” comment.  Well, lupus is very visible for me.  In addition to my freakishly swollen finger joints, I have a rash all over my neck, chest, torso.  I can cover that up with clothes, but it’s spreading to my face! This is forbidden territory, lupus! Stay the hell away!  Anyway, it’s like this scaly, red rash.  Not quite hives, but basically.  Today my eyes started itching so bad I kinda wanted to claw them out.   It feels like there’s sand in them and my vision is kind of blurry.  They are super wattery from all the itching and I’m getting that nice crust around my eyes.   I look kinda shitty, but it finally matches the way I feel!  Like I said though, not sure I like it.  I can be honest with you guys, I’m kind of vain.  I like my pretty, milky-white Southern-belle skin and bright blue eyes.  I liked having the illusion of health, if only for myself.   This scaly-skinned red, crusty-eyed monster is not working for me.

How does the pain compare to Crohn’s though?  It’s just…different.  I can’t say that it’s worse, although in some ways it is.  I could always be mobile with IBD-well, not when it had me bed-ridden, but I could generally haul major ass to the bathroom.  Not so with lupus.  I basically hobble everywhere, grunt or yelp loudly every time I get up or down.  The only way I can sleep is under a blissful pain-pill coating.  It’s basically affecting every other part of my body.  I have had diarrhea, but haven’t noticed much in the way of Crohn’s other than that.  My stomach isn’t terribly painful, but my muscles, joints, and bones are.  Skin, eyes, etc.  It’s just a totally different experience-different body systems, different pains, different restrictions.  I’ve been sleeping a LOT.  The only productive thing I did today, which basically turned out to be a complete waste of my time, was go to see a new GI here.  Now, the term “specialist”…don’t read too much into that, because the last few I’ve had have not known what to do with me.  I appreciate that a lot of weird, unfortunate shit happens to me-hence my seeking the assistance of an expert.  I did admire his bluntness, but he mentioned, more than once how severe and unfortunate my case was.  He said, and I quote, “I live in fear of your situation.”  I’m sitting there, hunched over in this chair, dead exhausted, covered in red spots, thinking, “Are you fucking kidding me?”  Believe me, I am FAR past sensitivities.  I like people that tell it like it is, but really, doc.   No shit.  I don’t need to know how bad I am.  I am completely fucking aware!  I need your help, not for you to state the obvious.   Which, is pretty much all he did aside from some blood work.

Now…on to the GOOD news! Yay, I lurve good news:) So, I think part of the reason I can deal with the crap storm around me is because I have faith and an amazing group of people in my life.  First off, the IBD/J-pouch community.  You will not find more helpful, generous people.  You guys rock!  Second, my friends and family are just so loving.  It makes it a lot easier to deal with this crap when you have a ton of people that truly love and care about you and want you to be better.   I have a lot of people in my corner.   This includes past doctors.  One, and probably my only good GI ever-from Vanderbilt- saw a post about me on Facebook and e-mailed me to see if he could help.  That’s pretty awesome.  Also, a good friend of mine recently saw Dr. Shen at Cleveland Clinic and essentially said, “Liz, you HAVE to see him. I will pay for it if your insurance doesn’t cover it. He’s amazing.  You have to go.” So, obviously that’s super sweet on a number of levels, but thanks to divine Providence or what have you, our new insurance covers Dr. Shen and all docs at CC, so that’s freaking awesome!!!  Also awesome, Miss Jackie Z., fellow jpouch.net blogger, got me Dr. Shen’s e-mail so I could touch base with him, inform him of my history, and schedule any tests.  During this exchange, he decided that I need to be seen ASAP and is getting me in this month!  Another prayer answered.

So, even though things have been sucky and I kinda feel like Goldblum in “The Fly”, I see a light at the end of the tunnel, I see hope, and that’s what I needed more than anything.


At the urging of my GI, I went to a run-of-the-mill Urgent Care Center.  The doctor examined my eyes, rash, etc., gave me a shot of steroids in the ass, an Rx of Prednisone, and drops for my nasty eyes.  When I woke up this morning, for the first time since my last dose of ‘roids, I was not in pain!!! OMG, I cannot tell you how thrilled I was when I stretched out this morning and nothing hurt! All my joints moved with relative ease, but no pain! Ah!!!! I am so excited! Feeling good puts me in the best mood :)

Body, You Suck.

by on Wednesday, October 20, 2010 11:01

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Today is one of the days I hate my body.  It is just not working with me!  The good news is, we got to Dallas safely and without too much hassle.  Thanks to a two-week dose of the dreaded Prednisone, I had energy and the roid-rage needed to move 2,000 miles.  I was also allowed the use of my hands and feet since it was keeping my Crohn’s-arthritis at bay.  By the way, is there any part of your body this disease leaves alone? Eyes, skin, guts, joints…Jeeze, dude, gimme a break!  I finished my last pill yesterday and am feeling the familiar deflated feeling one gets after stopping a dose of ‘roids.  I miss the energy it gave me, I miss not having this inflammation in my body.  I had a ton of blood work done before I set off south and east.  All my inflammation markers were really high-ESR and ANA.  I have appointments with a GI and a rock-star surgeon the first of November, but I can’t get into see a rheumatologist for a month. Fark.  I broke down and took Ibuprofen even though I’m not supposed to b/c of the tummy issues and because last time I took it, it made my legs swell up, but I just can’t take this!  You don’t realize how much you use your hands until you can’t use them.  My right middle finger will not bend at all which makes it hard to do basically everything-open doors, wipe my ass, you name it!  It is really swollen, red, and bruised looking.  My right thumb is nearing the same boat.  So far left hand is good and feet are okay (thank you Lord!!).  I’ve been swimming laps in our pool for much-needed exercise, and to try to keep my joints happy, but I am too wiped out today and think I might just sink to the bottom, so I figured a slow-typing blog was in order.  I’m thinking that Humira must have stopped working for me as it should be keeping arthritis at bay too,  especially with a double-dose of the stuff, and it’s soooo not.  Apparently I was a bad partner and it broke up with me without so much as a text or post-it.  Jerk.  Anyway, I’ll consult with my new GI in a few weeks and see what he thinks.  I don’t know if there are drugs enough in the world to reign in my Crohn’s at this point.  It’s a spoiled out of control superstar brat (think Lindsay Lohan) and it loves the limelight.  Meanwhile, I continue to prance around Dallas in my “Crohn’s Disease Sucks, Cure Crohn’s!” shirt.  And by prance, I mean lie on the couch and breathe.  I miss prancing.

UPDATE:  I have Lupus.  FML.

So…blood test results came back today. Yep, I have Lupus.  Hopefully it is medication-induced from a Crohn’s med. I’m taking and will go away when I stop it.  So, that explains the crazy painful arthritis and why my Crohn’s drugs weren’t helping it-they were causing it!  I’m laying here with a low-grade fever, covered in sweat contemplating my shit for luck and trying to count my blessings.  So, here’s hoping they can find another drug to control my Crohn’s that won’t give me yet another auto-immune disease.   I’m good on those for now, thanks.


by on Thursday, September 30, 2010 4:21

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I think that”s how the song went…Anyway. Lots of those happening here! First off, I decided at the suggestion of my surgeon to apply for disability. My, there”s a lot of paperwork involved…Second, we are moving to Texas! In two weeks! My husband got a job offer out there that was just too good to pass up, so we are leaving Portland for what we hope are greener pastures. I”m looking forward to becoming involved with the CCFA there as I continue to fight back against IBD.

I returned last night from a trip to my home state of KY for a family reunion. (Just in time to take my sick dog to the vet for exploratory bladder surgery, and pack up our apartment.) I spent time with my mother, aunts, and uncles, and spent lots of time talking with one aunt who is an auto-immune brethren with lupus. She got diagnosed later in life, which is atypical, and nearly died from her first flare. We noted similarities in our symptoms, one being that our teeth were falling apart! When I go to KY, I always schedule a visit with my best friend, honorary sister, and dentist, Alex. She has a practice in our home town where she gives me the once-over when I am in home. Despite daily flossing and the twice daily use of my fancy Sonicare toothbrush, I have multiple cavities every time I go in for an exam! This has really surprised and upset me since I take such steps to insure my oral health, which is something I previously felt I had some control over. Prior to the last two years, I never had any significant oral health issues. Now I have 3-4 cavities every time I”m examined, my gums are receding, and I had a bony-growth in my jaw! Luckily, the growth was benign, as told to me by an oral surgeon Alex rushed me off to. (It”s so nice to have someone who loves you in charge of your dental care!) Anyway, after three hours in the chair, and three visits, my teeth are again good-to-go. I suppose my decline in tooth health upsets me for a number of reasons. The first being that I am really sick of my body continuing to fall apart despite my best efforts to keep it in tact. The second being that I never had problems with this before-my healthy teeth were something I could always count on. My insides might be rotten, but my chompers were strong and pearly white! Also, I think a lot of it is a vanity thing. When talking with people over the years about my illness, a “compliment” I always received was, “but you look so good! So healthy and pretty. Your skin is gorgeous, you have bright eyes…” Yada yada. Basically, “You look healthy and hot. You don”t look sick.” When talking with my aunt and mom I likened myself to a lemon sports The Center for Digital Government is pleased to announce the winners of its 2005 Best of the Web con brooklyn driving school and Digital Government Achievement Awards. car-I look good and shiny on the outside, but nothing runs quite right where it counts. Form, without function.
I suspect my teeth are decaying for a number of reasons, none of which I have much control over. Autoimmune diseases ravage your body and don”t allow you to absorb nutrients properly, so there”s one hypothesis. The other is years of steroid use, and the newest is my weekly (double dose) of a certain biologic medication. I”d rather end up with dentures than a hella bad Crohn”s flare, so I”ll keep shooting this crap into my body every Saturday without question. Even with all the drugs I am on, I”m still in a mild to moderate flare as revealed by my last scope. That”s okay, but it does make you realize how unfortunate our options for care are. It”s a gamble all the time. A currency exchange of side effects vs. disease symptoms. “I”ll give you four rotten teeth for bloodless shit.”

“There”s birth, there”s death, and in between, there”s maintenance.”-Tom Robbins, Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates

Anyway, on to the good stuff. I am excited about exploring a new part of the world. I am proud of my husband for being offered this opportunity, and I look forward to the new perspective of Texan doctors. I am grateful for my wonderful, supportive family, without whom I could not survive, and for my loving friends who take such great care of me-clinically and emotionally! I am glad my little doggie is able to have vet care. She has been my mini-nurse since I was 19, and I will do the same for her as long as I am able. Also, I am grateful for this blog! Grateful for the opportunity to connect with others dealing with this life, and motivated to get the word out and advocate for IBD patients. I think our efforts are working because I do notice a heightened knowledge of IBD out there. I notice more research being done, and I notice that fewer people look at me like an alien when I mention IBD…they recognize it! This is a huge step for us, but it also means there are growing numbers of the disease, which we need to reign in. Let”s all remember to do our part. It”s a very satisfying and I think, necessary thing, for patients to do something positive and feel like they are making a difference for themselves and their community.  So go brush your teeth and get out there and do something positive for your people!