Yesterday I saw my gastro specialist. Despite the fact that I knew nothing would change at the appointment, I've been really anxious since I found out I had to go back and see him again. I couldn't entirely explain my feelings at first - this was the same specialist I wrote about in the pitfalls of hope, but this time around I wasn't hoping for anything. I knew that whether he gave me a diagnosis or not, nothing was going to change. My body simply doesn't work properly, and though there are bad days where I feel angry, frustrated and want to fight that, most of the time I'm getting better at accepting that it's just the way it is, and continuing to live my life, malfunctioning body or not.
got my hopes up about appointments in the past, I don't think it's been
so much about wanting a diagnosis or wanting things to change, but more
about wanting someone to tell me what to do. To make the decisions about
medication and other treatments. To tell me what I'm physically capable
of without ending up stuck somewhere because my limbs stop working suddenly, or making myself sicker. To tell me
which symptoms are serious and which I can ignore, and to know that
someone else is looking out for anything life-threatening, so that that
responsibility doesn't always fall on me.
I realised eventually, that the thing that
was making me anxious about this appointment was having to confront the
reality that the doctors don't know the answers either.
My GP told me that
specialists don't like cases like mine. My
illnesses and unexplained symptoms overlap so many different
specialties, and so the instinct seems to be to try and
pass me on to one of the others. They want
clear cut answers and I am a blurry mess of symptoms and
non-specifically abnormal test results (on a side note - does anyone else
think "Non-Specifically Abnormal" would make a great T-shirt?) I mean no disrespect to my medical professionals when I say
that - they are all lovely people and very good at what they do.
But they don't entirely know what to do with me. When you
have a lot of health problems, you do end up mostly managing them on
I don't feel qualified to be
managing this many diseases -
I mean if they were someone else's diseases no one in
their right would let me be in charge. If the doctors can't figure it out, how on earth
can I even begin to? At times I have no idea if
I'm making things better or worse, and my medication list is so
complicated that my pharmacists have made mistakes with it on a number
of occasions. It does leave me questioning if I can possibly get it
right when even the professionals can't always.
In a weird way, acknowledging my feelings about all this, made the appointment a lot less upsetting than previous ones have been. I went in there accepting that I wasn't going to get answers, but also accepting that it's totally understandable for me to still want them.
So, what did happen at the appointment? Well... I'd like to introduce my new diagnosis Little Miss Pernicious Anemia.
Like her friends she is an autoimmune disorder, and in her spare time likes to attack the intrinsic factor (the thing that lets you absorb vitamin B12) in my stomach. Despite the synonym for deadly in her name, she is not life threatening so long as I keep up my B12 levels with supplementation.
This wasn't a surprise. I've had severely low B12 levels this year, and given my history of autoimmune disorders and the fact that the antibodies test was positive, I knew Pernicious Anemia was the likely cause. It doesn't really change anything, other than I will need to be on B12 injections for the rest of my life, rather than just as a temporary measure, and I may end up with further stomach issues later on. The specialist has suggested we also test for bacterial overgrowth syndrome, so in a couple of weeks I'll be spending the day at the hospital taking a breath test every half hour. Bacterial overgrowth is treatable in the United States, but apparently we don't use the same medications here in New Zealand, so if I have it, it might explain a few things, but again, the diagnosis wouldn't change much.
One really good thing that happened at the appointment though, was that the specialist told me that he thinks my attitude towards my health is very realistic, and that I seem to be using a lot of common sense in the way I manage it. He also acknowledged modern medicine hasn't quite figured out people like me yet. There are lots of interesting things happening research-wise, but in the meantime, we have to just do the best we can to keep well, while the medical world catches up with us.
It was strangely comforting to hear the things I had been thinking about, leading up to the appointment, put into words by the specialist as well. This isn't quite as good as someone giving me answers about what to do, but it as at least reassurance that I'm not quite as incapable of managing things as I sometimes feel. I still don't want to be in charge of this mess, but if I am, I guess it's good to know that at least one person thinks my instincts are worth trusting.
Thanks for reading,
Little Miss Autoimmune