Tough Times
It’s been a rough couple months.
Waking up every day knowing that the day you’re about to
face isn’t going to be a pleasant one. Being unable to hold anything down,
losing weight that you can’t afford to lose due to you being skinny in the
first place and just generally feeling weak 100% can and has really changed my
attitude the last three months.
That’s right. I’ve been going through this for three
months now.
What makes it all worse is the hospital appointments.
Going once every three weeks just to hear that they don’t know what’s going on
does lift my spirits any higher.
So you can imagine my anger and general frustration when
I went last week to hear that I had been diagnosed with something . . . and not
told about it.
Tell me, does it make sense to diagnose your patient with
an illness and not tell them that they’ve been diagnosed?
. . . I think not.
All this time that I have been suffering in bed, not
being able to go to school, ralphing and what not, I could have been
researching on what I have, trying to see what I could do personally to fix or
make the problem better.
I’ve been told I have Pyloric Stenosis – a condition that
causes vomiting and weight loss. It’s basically a narrowing of the opening of
the stomach to the small intestine. It’s mainly found in babies, but for
adults, it’s due to scarring and ulcers and such (Google it for more info.)
Now that I know, I’m doing everything I can to try and
figure out what I can do to make my situation tolerable.
I’m blessed though. In all this, the support that
surrounds me is still strong. Thanks to everyone who has been by me. It’s
really appreciated. I was admitted a couple times, but for no more than a day.
And my biopsy was a grade zero so I’ve got that to be thankful for. Gotta keep
my head up.
Take Care &
Much Love
David The Recipient
posted by David The Recipient at
22:40
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