Thursday, July 7, 2011

Where my fight began.....

I was not given a diagnosis in these 11 days. No colonoscopy was ordered. The initial thought the crazy doctors approached me with was AIDS! They asked me if it was ok to run an HIV test! I had no problem authorizing that because i knew it was not what was wrong. The infectious disease doctor was reaching for anything. When that came back negative (DUH) the plan became get me stable enough to send home!

I was sent home with a list of medicines, a list of doctors to schedule appointments with, an appointment for a home nurse to come to my house that night to teach me how to care for my PICC line and hook up to the nutrition I needed.

After about 2 weeks home the GI doctor the emergency room assigned me finally ordered a colonoscopy. Being pregnant, I could not be given the good medicine they normally do - so I was awake for the entire thing! Fun huh? Ulcerative Colitis was the final diagnoses. Steroids, Colozal and what ever other magic stuff they put in my TPN (bag of nutrition) was the plan for the next 4 months!

Skip ahead to delivering a happy, healthy, 8 lbs 10 oz baby boy - and that was 3 1/2 weeks early! Brady Patrick Harris was the best thing I could have gotten out of those 5 months of agony!

Couldn't find a picture of him at birth - this is him at 1 year old!

After Brady was born - I announced I was all better - they removed the PICC line and I began a normal life! That was until October of 2004 - it all came back! Another colonoscopy and another confirmation of my disease! Back on Colozal. It seemed to do the trick. 4 pills in the morning and 4 pills at night! I complained profusely about it - hated being 26 years old and taking 8 pills a day! Little did I know what was ahead of me!

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