Adhesions. It May Take Some Digging!

Being diagnosed and treated for an illness you do not have is not a desirable way to spend your life. When it comes to adhesions, or adhesion related disorder, many sufferers find themselves diagnosed with Crohn's disease, IBS, endometriosis, or...... No doubt, there are doctors who may devote hours to your case, gather all the test results, and then, based on those results, the symptoms, and perhaps gleaning off other cases, they make a determination. You have Crohn's disease. Or IBS. Or spastic colon. Or endometriosis. Or lupus. Or.... For the person who has debilitating symptoms, receiving a diagnosis is often a welcome relief. You feel you can breathe again, as your pain has finally been validated. Or has it? For the person who is actually suffering from adhesions, you may never know that this hidden disorder is the culprit behind the pain and symptoms in your body, because you have just been diagnosed with another condition. The suffering person goes home, mentally adjusting to the diagnosis that's been given, and likely succumbs to that diagnosis, as they fully trust the doctor's word. They begin the medications that were prescribed, and continue in pain.

Curious sufferers, however, begin studying their condition. This innocent curiosity about what is happening in your body is often met with hard resistance from your doctor. It's like rummaging through your mother's dresser drawers. Had she wanted you in her drawers, she would have opened them for you herself. Of course, you have no idea that dear old doc, whom you dearly adore, is going to go from Dr. Jekyl to Mr. Hyde mode at your next office visit when you begin questioning what he has told you against something you have read. Uh-Oh. Hold on tight, because you could be preparing for the ride of your life! 

No doubt, some doctors appreciate the educated patient, but many others come forth as lions, fangs exposed, when their medical prowess is even slightly questioned. For the ill person, however, determination must be made: do you tuck tail, apologize for going where you had no business going, or do you rise up and say, "wait a minute....this is my life that hangs in the balance. I need to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I have been diagnosed correctly." 

I know this: I watched my daughter swallow prednisone for "Crohn's disease" day after mindless day, yet she continued to live in horrific pain, was often unable to eat, walked doubled-over, and was always hovering over the toilet due to nausea and vomiting. So, I chose the latter. I studied. I questioned. I met the resistance. My daughter met the resistance. We tossed doctors left and right. They tossed us. We lost doctors, we fired doctors, we screamed at doctors. They screamed at us. We cried, begged, pleaded, and prayed without ceasing. And, thanks be to God: we finally won.