Chances are, if your reading this, you know I started this blog as a place to talk about my journey with ulcerative colitis & other autoimmune diseases. I try to go along my journey with grace & humor, hence my name SparkleWithUC. There are, however, days that make you reflect on your journey & revisit the good, the bad & the downright ugly times that brought you to today.
This is me & Mr. Wonderful a few months before life changed for what I hope is a very limited amount of time. I hold out a unicorn believers type hope that there will be a complete cure & not just a bandaid for ulcerative colitis while I’m still alive, not that I have plans to go anywhere until I’m atleast 105.
This was Christmas 2011. No hint of disease….yet. 155lbs
Less than 6 months later, May 2012. I have been treated for hpylori with 2 massive doses of antibiotics & have been diagnosed with severe ulcerative colitis. 108lbs
I had to cut my hair because it was so thin & unhealthy. I would do this several times throughout the last 5 years just trying to look a little healthier than I actually was.
Prednisone puffy! The chipmunk cheeks became a cycle. I would complete a round of prednisone & flagyl with mild success. About the time the chubbo cheeks would disappear, I would be in another flair & need more prednisone.
More prednisone puff in 2013. I acted a lot like the bear snoozing between our heads in this picture. I was moody & no one dared wake me up without fear of “poking the bear”. I was in denial that there was a better treatment out there & would not ask my dr for help.
Fast forward through ups & downs & flairs & calm to 2015. Around the time of Cool Hand Luke’s 1st birthday, I was in such a bad flair that Chad pretty much dragged me to the dr. Thank God he did because I started on Entivyo 2 months later. Miracles do happen!
I look healthier & have energy! My hair is growing & I can see the division between new hair & the old stuff. My kids get more mommy time! There’s just too many positive changes to note them all!
I look like my 1st picture, except older, I mean, more distinguished. I know we grow older & we change but it’s so fabulous to change & age with time instead of prematurely because of illness & stress.
There’s always lessons to be learned from the experiences God allows us to get through or pushes us through. I want to encourage you to deal with whatever “it” is because it’s not going away. If you are facing health decisions that need to be made, don’t sit back & let dr’s dictate your future. I cruised along with my head in the sand for several years thinking that I had to do what the dr said or my earth would shake & life would be over. I felt that I was the best I was going to be despite what I showed you in the pictures above, I was obviously not healthy. I had a few people around me who could see through the front I put up. They pulled me out of my comfort zone, to ask for better treatment & I am forever greatful for showing me patience & grace.
My sister is one of those pushers. She has crohn’s disease & has had major surgery losing close to a foot of intestines. Who better for God to knock me upside the head with but my lifetime confidant & best friend. He knew I wouldn’t listen to someone who hadn’t been through the ringer herself.
By the way, did you know that God didn’t care for my opinion on the matter & he stacked the odds in my favor despite my stubbornness, as evidenced by my continued breathing. I want to always think that I have the control at my fingertips because I am a control freak, ask Mr. Wonderful, but there are times that I reflect on my journey & realize I was never in control & he has given me plenty of life’s lessons to prove it.
So, on this, my 5th anniversary, I am oh so thankful for more than I deserve in the blessings department. One such blessing is that I have learned more about natural health in 5 years than I learned the first 29 years of my life.
Also, my hair is growing back. Note to self (& you), never take hair for granted again!!!
Oh, & despite my 1st dr telling me that we should just take my colon out at age 29 with only 2 short months of unsuccessful treatment, I have every last inch of my intestines because I’m stubborn & fought to keep them.
So to you, the fighter, keep fighting & in the words of Dory, “just keep swimming.” You can do it!!!