I have sat down to write this post many times over the last
couple weeks. Scribbles to sentences to pages but inevitably they have all
ended up in my (now overflowing) trashcan. Considering that there is no
recycling in our complex, you can see why this bothers me.
Since August I have been dealing with the ramifications and
complications stemming from what is known as refractory (unresponsive) celiac disease,
or RCD. Odd blood work numbers in May led to the diagnosis, which led to the
discovery of abnormal tissue growth in the lining of my digestive system. I
went on a slew of medications this past fall to try and bring down the inflammation in
the tissue and to limit any further abnormal tissue growth. For a while it seemed to be
working, then it wasn't, then it was again. The unknown seesaw known as the human body.
Early last week I took my last round of immunosuppressants and
steroids – designed to do everything mentioned earlier and push the RCD into a
dormant state by essentially resetting my immune system. However, during the appointments
that followed a new mass was discovered during a series of routine scans. I
went in for an endoscopic mucosal resection on Friday and on Monday I sat down
with the doctors to go over what was found and what my options would be moving
forward.
They had not been able to remove all of the abnormal tissue
growth and although they wanted to try another round of medications, or another
surgery I chose to take a step back and see what happens. RCD can go into
dormancy just as quickly as it flares up and my hope is that it has been beaten
into submission for the time being. I will be undergoing periodic tests to
ensure it has truly been mitigated but for now I am done tearing my body apart –
physically and chemically.
This is not without some concern, but I have my reasons.
Ever since we began decreasing the doses of medications I have been feeling
better. Running, cycling, pilates, the list of things that I can enjoy once
more goes on. My mood is better; I’m happier and significantly less depressed.
Right now, being able to enjoy getting up every morning is amazing. I have a new found appreciation for sleeping through the night.
I struggled with this post for the longest time because I
did not want to sugar coat it, but neither did I want to paint an
unrealistically dark picture. In the end this is something I will always have
to be mindful of with my health, but it does not and will not affect my every
day life. Long term it just means adjusting to a new normal.
Thanks to everyone for your kinds words, prayers, thoughts, lucky pigs and support. Being so far away from home made for more time alone in a hospital
than I could ever keep track of but I hope you know that you all made a world
of difference. I hope you never find yourself needing that same support, but if
you do know that I will be there.
Here is to never speaking of RCD on this blog again.
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