A Reflection On My Gastroparesis Diagnosis

Looking back to 2010, I can't believe that 6 years of my life have already gone by living with, not only Gastroparesis, but getting diagnosed with chronic vertigo and migraines in the same year, peripheral neuropathy in 2013, postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome at the beginning of 2015 and fibromyalgia at the end. It feels as though any time my feet lead me over the threshold of a doctor's office I'm given yet another diagnosis or, at the very least, the prospect of yet another one coming down the line. 

(April 2010--Doctors still didn't know what was wrong with me)

I was just barely turning 30 years old when I became ill out of the clear blue sky. My life as I knew it, working with learning handicapped children by day  and interpreting for the Deaf by night came to a screeching halt and the couch and my body became one. Nurses, doctors, and specialists didn't know what to make of my triad of symptoms that happened all at once--vertigo, migraines, and vomiting. Try as they might to connect one to the other, they just WEREN'T connected. Test after test brought no answers until, finally, I was given a gastric emptying test...It gave everyone the answer::

Gastroparesis. 

Even though my life had been changed for six months prior to that, it seemed permanently sealed now that I had a name attached to what was going on. 

Gastroparesis. 

There's permanency in knowing what your disease is called. There's no turning back. There's no take backs. There's no do overs. It's only moving forward. But that doesn't mean there's a solution. And there hasn't been for me, it's just been the addition of more conditions that, as best the doctors can tell, are as a result of Gastroparesis. 

(September 2010--I had finally been diagnosed with Gastroparesis but was doing no better in terms of treatment being offered)

It would be easy to slip into Permanent Pity Party mode because of the events of the last 6 years. Trust me, a good cry and whine session happens every once and a while and then I go about my business. But taking up permanent residence in self-pity, self-loathing, or anger at others does not improve the situation. I find that a good sense of humor has helped get me through quite well. 

Luckily, after a time I was able to return to my day job, though no medication or therapy was helping my Gastroparesis. Different solutions have been tried, including the gastric neurostimulator--which recently failed, but I've been able to fight my way back to some kind of normalcy as much as possible each time. 

Hold out hope even when there doesn't feel like there is any. Even when the doctors don't know what to do for you and friends and family don't know what to say. Hold out hope that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow you could turn the corner and it'll be a better day. 

(April 2015-Loving with the gastric neurostimulator for over a year and having been diagnosed with POTS and peripheral neuropathy)

The Beauty of Spoonie Friends

Friendship is very important for people throughout life. You learn to share, to grow, to love, to laugh, and to have adventure with friends differently than you do with your family. Your friends help cultivate in you a side of yourself that your parents and your siblings aren't able to. Maybe it's because family is always there. Maybe it's because they have those same traits as you. Whatever the case may be, friends bring out a different side of you than family does. 

The same can be said for Spoonie Friends. These are beautiful, special, and unique friendships that bring out a different side of you. That speak to a part of your life that not everyone understands. It's a friendship built on shared experiences and pain. But it's one that you would not give up for the world. 

I have been lucky enough to make three good friends recently within the Spoonie Community. They're friendship during the good and the bad times helps keep a smile on my face when all I really want to do is cry. While we may or may not share the same disease(s), we share some of the same experiences:: social stigmas, lost friends/family, lost jobs, feeling of worthlessness, the desire to achieve goals, lack of understanding from medical professionals, and the list goes on. Just by being able to be there for each other via text--they all live all over the U.S--we're able to support each other, make each other laugh, and give each other ideas when we just feel too sick to use common sense. 

Spoonie friends can relate to having tubes shoved down their noses and PICC lines put in their arms and being forced to take handfuls of medications twice a day (or more). It's a friendship founded on a negative subject but, because we're survivors, we're able to turn it into something beautiful. Who else can text someone they've never actually met and talk about throwing up or having bathroom accidents? SPOONIES! Who else can you drunk text (medicated on morphine) at 2am while you're in the hospital and have the text make NO SENSE and have them just say "You're medicated, aren't you?" SPOONIES!

Everyone, whether you're part of the Chronic Illness Community (Spoonie) or not, needs friendship. You need that someone or someones that you KNOW that you can count on to be there, even through text, when you're having a bad day. Im lucky enough to have found three beautiful ladies who understand what I'm going through and are there to support me as much as they can. I hope that all Spoonies can find someone too. 

A Frustrating Subject

The subject I'm about to write about is a hard one because you know that...mmmm...90% of the time people mean well when they suggest supplements, medications, and drinks for you to try when you're chronically ill. They don't stop to think that maybe, just possibly you've tried them before or that they might, just possibly won't work for you. Or even still, that they might be harmful. 

Because, you know, their "uncle's best friend's cousin's neighbor has something VERY similar to what you have [enter product name here] cured them of it right away!"

Since I've gotten sick I have been schlept every product known to man. Essential oils of ALL kinds, creams, powders, magic pink drinks, voodoo doctors, juicers, grinders, gluten free diets, diabetic diets, Gastroparesis diets and I am telling you NONE OF THEM HAS MADE A DIFFERENCE!

I'm not being cynical. I'm not being ungrateful, I'm not being a Debbie Downer. I'm not being untrusting of God, I trust Him COMPLETELY!

But what I AM saying is this...

People with chronic illnesses often do not feel HEARD. When we post about our illness(es), we aren't asking for attention, we are (most of the time) explaining what it's like to be us. If we say that we're having another stint in the hospital or having another round of testing, we don't want your pity, we want your understanding When we post about Awareness Days, we are asking for you to stand behind us and for your support. 

If this post hits home for you AS THE PERSON SCHLEPING ONE OF THE PRODUCTS, please don't be offended. I'm not pointing fingers at any one person. I'm not angry that people do this, I'm just frustrated. Upset that "no thanks" cannot mean "no thanks". If the fact that I decline your product offends you and my "sick person posts" annoy you, then Unfriend me. It's simple. My choices as a chronically ill person do not directly effect you. It's that simple. I cannot spend energy worrying about offending people over my choices.