Hi all, some of you will know me from 5 yrs ago and although I dip in here occasionally, am busy doing the Community leader’s job for Crohn’s on Medhelp, so don’t post here often.
Got a bit of a problem and trying not to get too agitated. For the past 4 months I have lost some 2 stones in weight, no appetite (on 3 bottles of Fortijuice daily), nausea, bloating and severe pain in my lower abdomen, particularly very early morning, 4am , 6 am etc and only relieved by having a painful bowel movement. Saw my gastro 2 months ago, who was very concerned at my weight loss and he has doubled my weekly chemo (methotrexate, which I inject at home) and put me back on steroids…Budesonide., domperidone for the nausea (shades of FEC chemo?!!) Omeprazole for the ulcers in my oesophagus and too many other drugs that I have difficulty in remembering to take them all.
Not much improvement, although with the Fortijuice my weight has now stabilised around 102 lbs. Had to buy a whole new wardrobe, 2 sizes smaller, as I look like a clown in my normal clothes. Going to have a big sort out next week and take all the size 12/14 clothes to a new charity shop in our local village for Eastern European people that have invaded Cornwall recently.
I normally keep my complicated health problems to myself and my very supportive 80 yr old husband, who has his own rare health problem, but on Monday my only close friend down here in Cornwall called and said she is very worried about my loss of weight and not being able to eat.We recently went with 9 other people to Spain to celebrate my husband’s 80th birthday and one of our group, an 85 yr old male widowed friend went to a supermarket and bought me some egg flans, packet soups, tinned rice and custard because he was concerned that I couldn’t eat, and I could only take so many Fortijuice drinks on the flight.
My friend here actually threatened to call my GP unless I was proactive. I called my Inflammatory Bowel disease specialist nurse immediately, told her my current symptoms ( I have two strictures in my small intestine that are probably causing the current problems) and she said she will get me an appt within 1/2 weeks with my gastro. I asked if I could go privately, and she said a definite no - the Nuffield in Plymouth cannot deal with my problems. Ten minutes later, I get a call from my GP’s receptionist to say that my blood tests last Monday are causing some concern and I need an appt with the Gp - got one Friday afternoon. Rang the IBD nurse back, she looked at the computer and said my white blood cells are highly elevated, red cells and platelets too low, so see the GP as arranged on Friday. Jeez, what can she do?
I am hanging onto the fact that I have been on methotrexate for 7 yrs now…2 yrs before I got idc…now that is something I cannot figure out, neither can my gastro. Methotrexate was used for bc but has been superceded by newer chemo therapies, as I had with FEC. How come I got bc? Gastro said he would look into it, but hasn’t followed up. Haven’t seen an Onc in 5 yrs, after finishing chemo and rads, except for a private HER2 test some 2 yrs ago, which was thankfully negative.
My gastro has talked to me about the new biologic therapies for Crohn’s, but said because I have had breast cancer, I am at high risk for blood cancers, leukeamia, lymphoma etc. and he will not prescribe them. I accept that.
Now, I am wondering what is wrong with me…mind in overdrive…I am not depressed or concerned about future medications, just need to know what is wrong and then I can get on with sorting it out.
Sorry for such a long post…don’t know where else to go with people who truly understand where I am coming from. Tried to talk to my elder sister last night - no other close relative…and she unbelievably said " I can’t cope with your probems Liz"…Duh??? where is she coming from? Perhaps, charitably, she is concerned about our genes…our father died at 59 yrs old of colon cancer, my twin brother of a brain tumour at 50 yrs… so I backed off and have resolved never to talk to her again about my health. Thank goodness I have very caring friends, two of them in the USA who are battling their own problems with husbands with lung cancer and prostrate cancer.
Sometimes I just despair, but then I “talk to myself” and realise my wonderful husband needs me…says it all, eh?
Thanks for listening.
Love,
Liz