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My boyfriend's belly

P went to a grastrointestinal specialist last week. He has always been very "sensitive" in that area. We always thought he had an irritable colon. He watched closely what he ate and was able to control it. But he dreamed of a day where he could eat anything... Then, about 3 years ago, he was so sick and it hurt so bad that we went to the emergency. The dr there didn't know what was wrong, but told him to go see a specialist. Health System being what it is here (very slow) he was never able to find a specialist who would see him. It didn't hurt anymore, so he gave up. He has had a few bad episodes since then, but nothing bad enough to go back to the ER. But for the last 5 months, he's been having a lot of pain every morning, cramping, moaning, going 50 times to the bathroom only to see blood and mucus come out. He had enough.

Last week, with a collegue's contact, he finally got to see a dr. It took 3 days and he had a colonoscopy done in a private clinic.

Diagnosis: Crohn's colitis, or Crohn's disease. Not what we had hoped for, but could be worst. This means he will never be able to eat what he wants. This also means he could have a lot of meds to take for the rest of his life and could need surgery some day. It's not the end of the world, but it's not a happy diagnosis either.

Going to the bathroom several times a day, having cramps all the time, being sick whenever he ate something different (lots of fun at partys and restaurants), it was all normal for him, but he never thought it would always be that way. He had always imagined there would be a cure somewhere along the way.

I think that the loss of hope has hurt him more than he thought it would. It's good, in a way, to finally know what's wrong with him. But it hurts to know it will never go away.

Labels: P and I

posted by Kiwi at 12:53 PM