Crohn’s disease and me....
Because I’ve had Crohn’s disease for most of my adult life I thought it might be a good idea and a help to others if I wrote about a few of my experiences. During this dicourse you may notice that I seem to have a bit of a problem with doctors. I don’t really, well, maybe a little but it is important to note that much of the problem I have with doctors is that they really don’t know much about Crohn’s Disease.
It must be remembered that doctors know science, which is fine but, Crohn’s disease tends to be made up different things and there are aspects of the disease which have little to do with science. Unfortunately, this fact seems to get lost with many if not all doctors. This gives rise to a situation that can make things difficult and , in my own experience, extremely difficult.
The responsibility for your body and your health is ultimately yours.
It is very important to remember that neither medical science nor doctors are perfect in regards to Crohn’s disease or, for that matter, any other medical problem you might have. Doctor’s do not have all of the answers and this of course means that the responsibility for your body and your health can only be ultimately yours.
I really don’t want to seem to be preachy but it is important to get a handle on the fact that once you understand this basic truth, you could save yourself a lot of problems. In my own case, for 25 to 30 years now I have been going to doctors whenever I flared up and for 25 to 30 years the diagnosis has invariably been that I had IBS (irritable bowel syndrome).
Eventually I came to the conclusion that the diagnosis I was getting actually had very little to do with me. It was simply a way for the doctor to say; “yeah you got something but I don’t know what it is therefore IBS is as good an answer as any”.
You see, doctors tend to want to give you an answer to your problem, which is understandable but, in the case of Crohn’s and IBS there is really no answer. In actual fact they don’t know what causes it and they don’t know what it is. This lack of knowledge can and does lead to big problems.
During all this time I was never given anything to go on, no regimen to follow, no diets, no place to go to fix it. So naturally, as you do, I let it ride and this is what I mean by taking responsibility. Hind sight is a wonderful thing but I could have saved myself a lot of grief if I’d looked at it in a different way. Unfortunately I didn’t.
The big Crohn’s disease flare up!
I was young, the flareups came and went and life went on. Eventually and not that long ago I was hit by the big one. The big flareup! I dutifully went to my doctor and he predictably gave me the same answer that I have gotten for all these years, namely irritable bowel syndrome. OK, fine I took his prognosis.
For the treatment of irritable bowel syndrome, the accepted wisdom is to fill your system with fiber. So, that’s what I did. You know, whole-wheat brands, fiber supplements, high-fiber fruit and veg and so on. The big problem here was that in fact and unbeknownst to me at the time, I didn’t have IBS, I had Crohn’s disease.
Unfortunately, the treatment for Crohn’s just happens to be the complete reverse to the treatment of IBS. In my case, because of the Crohn’s, the area of my bowel between the large and small intestine had ulserated to the point of almost being closed. This of course, necessitated no fiber, none, not a bit of it and boy what a problem lies there in . Imagine if you will trying to push a whole watermellon down the drainwhole in your sink.
In all fairness to my doctor, he was a very nice man but unfortunately not a terribly good doctor. The long and the short of it was that for about six months, four to five days a week, 12 hours a day I rolled around on my bed in complete agony and I do not exaggerate. Again, if I had half a brain in my head I would’ve gone to a different doctor. Admittedly with the English medical setup that can be difficult but ultimately I should’ve explored different avenues. My point being, again, it was all up to me.
Major surgery was scheduled!
Anyway, eventually I could no longer take it and called the night clinic. I talked to a doctor who, after hearing what was happening, actually did a house call (which I don’t think they do anymore). Within five minutes she said I needed to go to hospital, which I did. At the hospital I was immediately given a bed and was subsequently diagnosed with a blocked bowel.
Major surgery was scheduled for the following week. Crohn’s disease is rarely a fatal illness so I don’t want to frighten anyone but this time, because of my own and my doctors mistakes I think I came really close to popping my cloggs for real.
Just goes to show you. If you have a problem of this sort, get as much different counsel as you can. Doctors are not perfect, they are human. I have to say in closing that I do not in any way want to frighten anyone about Crohn’s disease. It can be difficult and in a limited number of cases fatal but, symptoms can be dramatically lessened or even avoided.
There are now many ways that can lessen the effects of Crohn’s disease and make it very livable. So, don’t let me scare you. I will be writing up various experiences that I’ve had, some bad and some funny because there can be a funny side to the disease. There is also a psychological aspect to Crohn’s that I have yet to see anybody discuss or even mention and will be talking about that at another time as well. But, right now I have got to get back to my studio.
Thanks for dropping by.

