Life had gone on and I had been sick here and there. Nobody could figure out what was causing my stomach problems. But life continued. I was happily married and we had been trying to get pregnant for 7 years without success. I was told I could not get pregnant due to my endometriosis, then on Father's Day 2004 we found out we were pregnant. I could not believe it. I peed on 3 different pregancy tests because I did not believe it!!! But it was true. However, four days later I started spotting and passing gray pieces. So I called my ob/gyn. They told me to come right in. When I did they told me that I was losing the baby, to go home and put my feet up. However, over the weekend I continued to bleed and pass large gray pieces. So my next ob/gyn appointment they used the sonogram and told me there was no heartbeat and that it was a blighted ovum. They asked if I wanted to miscarry naturally or if I wanted a DNC. I chose the DNC. So two days later I went over for the DNC, it was very emotional. I did not think I could get pregnant, yet I did and know I was losing the baby. Therefore, I go in for the DNC. Yet there were complications. The sac did not want to come out and I started to bleed. So they had to clohse me up without completing the procedure. I went up home with antibiotics and painkillers (nothing safe for pregnancy). I was scheduled to come back to the ob/gyn in a week. So I returned in a week in a emotional wreak. They did the sonogram out of routine. However, this time there was a HEARTBEAT!!!!!! Nobody in the room could believe it. I had a baby now. Even the doctor said that GOD had a hand in this miracle. The thought was maybe I lost the twin. My husband and I were ecstatic, but also afraid because the medication I took was schedule c.
During the pregnancy I kept having stomach problems that nobody could figure out. However, the pregnancy itself was doing well. I was considered high risk because of my history of blood clots. So, I had to go to a specialist instead of my ob/gyn. I finally go into labor, at exactly 36 weeks, but I am a c-section because I had a nick on my uterus and the fear of uterus rupture is a possibility and my son is breech. Therefore, I go to the hospital and they call my doctor and she does not show up because it is superbowl Sunday. Can you believe it!!!! Finally one of the associates comes in. My son was so breeched that they had to get crow bars and step on me to get him out. It was horrible and fascinating at the same time.
After I came home I was having a hard time recovering. Something was wrong. My stomach and kidney area was hurting continuously. So I finally went to the hospital. The doctors diagnosed me with pancreatitis and kidney stones. I was septic with the kidney stone. So I had to get IV antibiotic treatment. Then I had to get an ERCP done. Afterwards I ended up with Acute Pancreatitis and ended up very sick and was in the hospital for a month. I continued the cycle of in and out of the hospital due to chronic pancreatitis for my son's first year of his life. I spent 8 out of 12 months in the hospital. My son visited me in the hospital and I thought he would not know who his mom was. It was very sad and emotional. Finally I came home and at least we now new what why my stomach has been hurting all of these years.
I continued to try to work, take care of my son and go in and out of the hospital due to my pancreatitis.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Here Is My Story....
I forgot I even had a blog, sorry for the delay....Anyways.....
My story starts when I was 12 years old. I was an athlete and I was competing in the Junior Olympics. I had won at the State Level, first place so I was moving to the Regionals. I remembering running the mile at 5:08, but I do not remember my other times. I guess I could pull my ribbons out and read them. But the reason I remember my mile time is because I always wanted to beat it :) So, I made a name for myself and I practiced everyday. I loved to run, it was always my stress reliever. I went to regionals and I ended up in the emergency room because I became dehydrated in the heat, not fun. Yet, I checked myself out and still ran. I did not finish first but I still finished in the top, so I was happy!!! I continued to train and compete and win more titles, but I did it for the love of the sport.
Well, I am getting ready to head to head to high school, and I am excited because I have already heard the track coaches from the other schools were hoping that I was going to go to their school because I was formidable . I even had a couple of scholarships offers that came in from oversees, I am not sure if they were real or legit, but it was still neat regardless!!! :) That made me feel great. In the meantime, I was trying out for soccer. The soccer coach was also the track coach, so I figured I would also get to know the his personality if I made the team. So I put my nerves aside, here I am at 4'11" 108 lbs freshmen trying out for the varsity team, and surrounded by all of these juniors and seniors who are checking out the newcomer. It was tough and grueling, and I am so glad that I had my track practice, otherwise I would have been hurting big time, because the coach was working us hard trying to get us into shape. Later I found out I made the team, along with one other freshman, I was so excited!!! I have made friends with many of the team members and throughout the school. Things in life were looking great.
However, a couple of months later I wake up and I can barely move. I try to get out of bed to get ready for school, so try brush my hair, but the brush is too heavy for my hand. My legs feel lead and jello. So, I tell my mother I am too ill for school and she tells me to lay back down, and we figure I have the flu and she goes to work. I am feeling worst, so I call her at work and she comes home and my face and body is swollen, so she takes me to the emergency room.
The emergency room states that I am constipated and gives me an enema and sends me home. I get sicker, so my mom takes me back. While I am at the emergency room I start to run a high fever, my mouth becomes full of blisters, and I continue to swell. I continue to wait, and it has been hours. Luckily my doctor arrives off of his flight, and came directly to the hospital. He saw me in the waiting room, and took me directly to a room. Where I immediately became worst. I suffered from pericarditis, encardititis,myocarditis,pleural effusion, pleurisy, costochondritis, and edema. I was having convulsions and other ailments, therefore they did not think I was going to make it, so they were calling my family in to say good-bye to me. Luckily I did make it, but I was in the hospital for over 4 weeks. I ended up being diagnosed with Bornholm disease (is usually just one of the Coxackie viruses but I had Coxackie virus B2 B3 B5 and another virus which was never diagnosed and supposedly they named it after me in the New England Medical Journal, but I am not sure and I have checked and found nothing but I am not quite sure how to check).
While I was in the hospital, only two friends from school visited otherwise nobody else did. Everyone else thought I was dead. I had gotten sick so early in the school year, that I was easily forgotten. It was so depressing and so hard as a teenager. Although I was discharged from the hospital, I was not able to return to school. I still had a lot of recovering to do. So I had to do home teaching and that also took me away from the kids too. So I was so isolated and I was not able to run. I did not know what to do. Everything I have known was gone. However, I did as I was told and slowly but surely I became stronger. I never became the person I was though. In late spring, I was able to return to rschool. In doing so, I signed up for the track team. The track coach was ecstatic. I tried telling the coach, that I would not be able to compete at the levels I once did, but he would not listen. It was not until the first meet, and I lost did he realize. Instead of understanding, he was angry at me, like it was my fault. That is when I realized I did not like that coach one bit!! However, I continued running track, because I did it for me not for the coach. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose and I am okay with that. Honestly I missed being the athelete I was, but there was nothing I could do about. So I had to concentrate on my other abilities and that made up for it but it took me a while to realize it. Because I did mourn my loss of being an athelete. It was my world and then it was taken away by an illness and this illness still pops up here and there (fatigue, blisters, pericarditis, pleurisy and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). But then life continued again.
My story starts when I was 12 years old. I was an athlete and I was competing in the Junior Olympics. I had won at the State Level, first place so I was moving to the Regionals. I remembering running the mile at 5:08, but I do not remember my other times. I guess I could pull my ribbons out and read them. But the reason I remember my mile time is because I always wanted to beat it :) So, I made a name for myself and I practiced everyday. I loved to run, it was always my stress reliever. I went to regionals and I ended up in the emergency room because I became dehydrated in the heat, not fun. Yet, I checked myself out and still ran. I did not finish first but I still finished in the top, so I was happy!!! I continued to train and compete and win more titles, but I did it for the love of the sport.
Well, I am getting ready to head to head to high school, and I am excited because I have already heard the track coaches from the other schools were hoping that I was going to go to their school because I was formidable . I even had a couple of scholarships offers that came in from oversees, I am not sure if they were real or legit, but it was still neat regardless!!! :) That made me feel great. In the meantime, I was trying out for soccer. The soccer coach was also the track coach, so I figured I would also get to know the his personality if I made the team. So I put my nerves aside, here I am at 4'11" 108 lbs freshmen trying out for the varsity team, and surrounded by all of these juniors and seniors who are checking out the newcomer. It was tough and grueling, and I am so glad that I had my track practice, otherwise I would have been hurting big time, because the coach was working us hard trying to get us into shape. Later I found out I made the team, along with one other freshman, I was so excited!!! I have made friends with many of the team members and throughout the school. Things in life were looking great.
However, a couple of months later I wake up and I can barely move. I try to get out of bed to get ready for school, so try brush my hair, but the brush is too heavy for my hand. My legs feel lead and jello. So, I tell my mother I am too ill for school and she tells me to lay back down, and we figure I have the flu and she goes to work. I am feeling worst, so I call her at work and she comes home and my face and body is swollen, so she takes me to the emergency room.
The emergency room states that I am constipated and gives me an enema and sends me home. I get sicker, so my mom takes me back. While I am at the emergency room I start to run a high fever, my mouth becomes full of blisters, and I continue to swell. I continue to wait, and it has been hours. Luckily my doctor arrives off of his flight, and came directly to the hospital. He saw me in the waiting room, and took me directly to a room. Where I immediately became worst. I suffered from pericarditis, encardititis,myocarditis,pleural effusion, pleurisy, costochondritis, and edema. I was having convulsions and other ailments, therefore they did not think I was going to make it, so they were calling my family in to say good-bye to me. Luckily I did make it, but I was in the hospital for over 4 weeks. I ended up being diagnosed with Bornholm disease (is usually just one of the Coxackie viruses but I had Coxackie virus B2 B3 B5 and another virus which was never diagnosed and supposedly they named it after me in the New England Medical Journal, but I am not sure and I have checked and found nothing but I am not quite sure how to check).
While I was in the hospital, only two friends from school visited otherwise nobody else did. Everyone else thought I was dead. I had gotten sick so early in the school year, that I was easily forgotten. It was so depressing and so hard as a teenager. Although I was discharged from the hospital, I was not able to return to school. I still had a lot of recovering to do. So I had to do home teaching and that also took me away from the kids too. So I was so isolated and I was not able to run. I did not know what to do. Everything I have known was gone. However, I did as I was told and slowly but surely I became stronger. I never became the person I was though. In late spring, I was able to return to rschool. In doing so, I signed up for the track team. The track coach was ecstatic. I tried telling the coach, that I would not be able to compete at the levels I once did, but he would not listen. It was not until the first meet, and I lost did he realize. Instead of understanding, he was angry at me, like it was my fault. That is when I realized I did not like that coach one bit!! However, I continued running track, because I did it for me not for the coach. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose and I am okay with that. Honestly I missed being the athelete I was, but there was nothing I could do about. So I had to concentrate on my other abilities and that made up for it but it took me a while to realize it. Because I did mourn my loss of being an athelete. It was my world and then it was taken away by an illness and this illness still pops up here and there (fatigue, blisters, pericarditis, pleurisy and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). But then life continued again.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Grapefruit...
I know the name of the Blog is gonna to get some attention, yes I know I wrote grapefruit and not lemon. I was running out options from blog entries so I typed in this one. Also, grapefruit is sour at first but if you add some sugar they can be pretty sweet (and good), so it all depends on your outlook and that is how I view my life. As I start blogging and start revealing more of myself to you, you will see I like to see the good/brighter things in my life. I have a lot on my plate with medical issues and have dealt with various medical issues since I was 15 years old (I am now 35 years old) . I have been told by various people that I should write a book about my life, but I am not sure I can. They just wanted me to, so that I could reach out to someone else who has gone through anything that I have gone through, and just maybe, they would not feel alone. I just do not know how to write a book. So, I figured I would give "blogging" a shot, and take it from there.
It is actually 12:31am and I need to head off to bed, but I just wanted to post one note beforehand. Goodnight!
It is actually 12:31am and I need to head off to bed, but I just wanted to post one note beforehand. Goodnight!
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