“I think we can agree on one thing: that we all woke up one morning and whatever the focus of that day was, that changed. What is up with this bleeding? What the heck is up with the clotting?” – Patricia
Seven years ago, I had the first real health crisis of my adult life. After several months of denying obvious signs that all was not well with my digestive system, the day came when I couldn’t eat anything without pain. I remember one episode of pain so crippling that I lay crying on my bedroom floor in the fetal position, unable to even drag myself to the emergency department just metres from my home.
Over the next several months, I saw lots of doctors, none of whom could tell me what was wrong with me, and some of whom implied that there was nothing wrong with me. I spent a lot of money on different therapies. I was prodded and poked, and had tubes forced down one end and up the other.
Desperate for relief, I put myself on a very restricted diet. I retreated from social life—believe me, you’ll never understand how much our social lives revolve around food and drink [...] continue the story