The good news it: No sign of Crohn's in my colon. A couple items were removed for biopsy. I'll hear back on those later. The not as good news (this does not equal bad news): I have some extra bends and twists in my colon. They may be caused from scar tissue from previous surgery or (this cracks me up) I'm just made this way. {Several years ago I had a small bowel follow-through* to have pretty much the same information. The doctor then said one of the loops in my small intestine twisted in the opposite direction of normal people. Great. Am I twisted or not normal.?} No matter how it comes to pass, it explains why I have pain where I do and the chronic constipation issue. If it gets bad enough, there is surgery to fix it. Alas, surgery causes more scar tissue. What to do. What to do. No matter what, I am one of the lucky ones.
Time for a shout out to a real HERO! Can I get a "Woot-Woot"?
This afternoon, I donned my Got Guts cap and ate my first solid food with Paul at Wildflower Bread Company. I was approached by a mom and her two daughters (I will call them My Wildflower Girls). Mom's youngest daughter has colitis and later this week is having another surgery. This little Wildflower wore a big smile and seemed to take it in stride. She is tough and ready to take on whatever comes. That is awesome. At such a young age to be dealt a pretty rough deck, she has a battle. But she has strength and a family who loves her very much. This Wildflower Girl is a hero.
We all have to deal with what life brings us. You make your choice. Is this going to beat you down, kick you to the curb and let it take your milk money? Feel sorry for yourself? I say, "No." Simple. To the point. NO. Yes, the bad can get to you, but for the love of chocolate, KEEP YOUR MILK MONEY! Feeling down is a step we must go through. Nowhere in the steps does it say: stay down and drag everyone down with you. You are permitted to have 24 hours of "mourning" and them you get up and start the fight. (Thank you, Judith for those words of wisdom.) When your 24 hours are done, you make your game plan. Right now my game plan consists of NOT waiting on pins and needles for the results of my biopsies. I have stuff to do: my life to live, love and be thankful for my man, my family and friends, my cats and dog. I'll get to the dishes and laundry later.
*Small bowel follow through is a kind of set of x-rays. The patient has the pure joy of drinking this noxious, thick liquid (no matter what they tell you, tastes like chalk mixed in wet cement, not strawberry). As this sludge moves through your digestive tract, x-rays are taken tracking the flow. Now, the most important thing is to DRINK DRINK DRINK post procedure. As in have a super-duper big gulp of water with you waiting to be consumed. If you don't that wet cement gets hard in your guts and getting rid of takes an act of congress. When I was in my heyday of diagnosis, I couldn't eat let alone drink without throwing up. I had a SBFT one morning and was in the hospital by the afternoon getting intravenous fluids. I was in so much pain, you would have thought an exorcism was being performed. I punctured the gurney mattress with my talons. Yeah, it hurt a touch. It made appendicitis look like a little gas after having too much curry.
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