My diagnosis

My journey began back in early July of 2016. I did not have a “typical” build up of symptoms that is associated with UC. And to complicate matters I was in the middle of trying one of those green cleanse drinks that was popular that summer. You remember the ones that you bought from your friends who were selling the stuff all over Facebook? I knew several people personally who were using the stuff and raving about it, and wanting to shed a couple of pounds I too jumped on the bandwagon. It was an almost perfect storm of coincidences that would prolong, confuse, and make me question everything I thought was going on.

The first week was about what I expected. The mix was suppose to clean you out, so trips to the bathroom were up but it wasn’t anything too terrible. The next week though I started to notice that I was going to the bathroom at least 5 times a day. I was slightly concerned as none of my friends were going that much, but I shrugged it off to the fact that I just had a lot more that needed to be cleaned out. But the first time I noticed blood in my stool, I freaked and immediately Googled it. AHA hemorrhoids! It made sense in my head. I had been using the bathroom way more often in the last two weeks, and my body was pissed off at me. So I stopped drinking the cleanse figuring in a couple days, maybe a week I would be back to my normal self.

Instead the bathroom trips got more frequent. I found myself in the bathroom upwards of 8-15 times a day. A new symptom popped up as well, a sudden and urgent need to go. I was running to the bathroom all day and night. I was lucky if I was sleeping more than 2 hours at a time. I had all but stopped eating because the less I ate the less there was that needed to come back out. Yet I still wouldn’t go to the doctor, I was too embarrassed. I had convinced myself that I had done this to my body and eventually it would all go back to normal.

By the end of August I was reaching my breaking point. I had lost about 20 pounds and had no appetite. I was barely sleeping, maybe averaging 3-4 hours a night. And my energy levels were none existent. I would go to work and make it through the day on pure grit and determination. However the second I got home I would lie down and not be able to move. I wasn’t living at the point, just surviving. It still took me not being able to make it the 30 feet to the bathroom one August morning to finally admit that I had a serious problem. That is the most humiliating feeling in the world. You feel like your body is giving up on you, everything is giving up on you. In tears I finally called my doctors office.

Luckily they had an opening, and while it was with a Doctor I had never met (My primary Doctor had no openings that day) I was relieved when the nurse told me that he had quite a bit of experience in dealing with diarrhea and gut problems. Dr. S was a nice man, who at the time reminded me a bit of what Santa Claus should look like. A big smile and lots of bright white hair and beard. He patiently listened to me as I told him story, and showed him the product I was convinced was somehow responsible for all my pain and suffering.

“You never had any symptoms before this?” He asked me and at my blank look of confusion he continued, “Never a couple days of diarrhea and blood in your stool in the last few months or the last year?” I assured him that aside for the occasional bout of diarrhea here or there in my 29 years I had never had blood in my stool before. Or the complete loss of control of my bowels. He pretty quickly dismissed the cleanse after reading the ingredients. I was in complete shock. I was so sure that something in there had started all this, and there he was telling me that it was all some sort of sick coincidence? That was the only thing in my life that had changed, and everything had gone wrong after I had started that cleanse.

Dr. S could tell that I didn’t believe him, and to his credit he was extremely patient with me. He didn’t tell me I was wrong, but gently told me again that as far as he was concerned what I was describing was more serious than what that cleanse could cause. Add in the fact that I had stopped the cleanse weeks before and the symptoms had gotten worse not better. That night I had blood work done, a kit to take a sample of my stool, and a prescription for prednisone. I was still skeptical, but at least I felt like I was on the path to getting some answers.

Two days later I was back sitting with Dr. S. I’ll be honest I don’t remember exactly what he said when it came to what the tests meant. Certain things were high, my body was fighting some major inflammation, and what it all came down to was that I needed a colonoscopy. Not what I expected to hear, but I did want answers and if that was how I needed to get them then I was sticking a camera up my bum. We went ahead and scheduled the colonoscopy for the following week at my local hospital. I’ll do a more detailed post about colonoscopies at some point in the future. For now just know that they really aren’t that bad. The doctor who did my colonoscopy came in after the procedure and told me flat out that my colon was so inflamed that he only went about a third of the way before stopping because every time he touched my colon it would start to bleed. “You need to see a specialist, but I am almost positive that you are suffering from Ulcerative Colitis.”

I wondered how I had never heard of this, and why I hadn’t come across it before. Looking back it’s because I hadn’t looked hard enough. I had been so certain that the cleanse was the culprit. Reading what I could online I was torn. Yes my symptoms fit, but at the same time every account I read talked about how there had been a slow build up of symptoms over months or even years. Still a bit lost all I could do was wait until my appointment with the specialist in September.

Meeting with my new Gastroenterological Doctor was basically a repeat of my first doctor appointment. Doctor B. listened as I explained my timeline of symptoms, agreed with Dr. S that the cleanse had nothing to do with what was going on (I was still skeptical even at this point), and told me flat out that while she wanted me to do another colonoscopy. Since my colon was so inflamed however, we were going to wait a few months with the hope the medications would do what they were suppose to and lessen the inflammation. However looking at the pictures of my colon she was comfortable in telling me that I did have an Irritable Bowel Disease. Whether it was Ulcerative Colitis or Crohn’s was the next hurdle. An MRI a few weeks later showed that it was just my colon that was being affected so that ruled out Crohn’s, which affects the whole digestive tract. By the end of September 2016 I finally had my official diagnosis: Ulcerative Colitis.

While I had an official diagnosis that was just the beginning of what has become a roller coaster of a ride. Until I could have a full colonoscopy we didn’t know how much of my colon was being affected or how severe it really was. My symptoms were actually considered mild so there was hope that we could get it into remission pretty quickly. The prednisone seemed to be helping, but being a steroid it’s not something you want to stay on forever. She prescribed Sulfasalazine, which she stated wasn’t her ideal first choice as it can be a bit harsh on some people. However it was the first medication that is usually prescribed, and the one that my insurance would cover. I still was a bit confused and overwhelmed, but I had a diagnosis and a plan.

To this day I’m still not 100% sure if that cleanse had anything to do with jumpstarting my UC. Every doctor I have talked to since agrees that while it was strange timing, nothing in it has been linked to UC. I don’t think it caused my UC. I’m fairly certain it’s been lurking behind the scenes for a long time, but part of me still wonders if it didn’t speed things up drastically. In the long run I would have still ended up here, as someone who has a chronic illness.

This post ended up being longer than I intended (Sorry!), but looking back I went through a lot to get to this point. Next time I will try and bring you all up to where I sit currently, and then after that start tackling some other things that I’ve had floating around in my head.

Until next time

XOXO Becky

PS: If you have any question, comments, or topics you’d like me to discuss please leave me a comment.

Changes

I really thought that today’s post was going to be about my diagnosis and the story of how I got to UC. But sometimes life has a way of redirecting you, and I’m choosing to go with the flow and write about something that has been on my mind for bit.

I haven’t been truly happy in awhile. It’s scary to write that knowing I’m going to be posting this for people to see, but it’s the truth. Yes a majority of it had to do with my Ulcerative Colitis ups & downs and other health problems. 2018 was a shit year (pun intended). Deep down I knew there was more going on, but it was easier to push it back and focus on dealing with just being sick. I truly thought that if I got my health back on track then everything else would return to normal as well. Yet as the year dragged on the feelings got stronger even when I went through spurts where my health was basically back to normal. And that scared me. Deep down in my soul scared me. Why couldn’t I just be happy?

I’m the type of person who doesn’t like change. Change is a very important part of growth as a person, and believe me I am so glad I’m not the same person I was in my teens, early, or even mid-twenties. But somewhere in my late 20’s I felt like I had reached a place where I was happy with where I was in life. I liked my everyday, normal, boring, doing basically the same thing over and over again day. I found comfort in it. Is that healthy? Yes to a certain point I think it is as long as you love what you do. I however was starting to dread the routine. Being sick made everyday tasks harder, but it the beginning I would feel a sense of accomplishment of being able to make it though a work day. I took pride in my work. Do I have a fancy job, no. I have a very blue collar job but it is an important one and I like to think that I do it pretty damn well. But somewhere along the way I’ve lost that spark. Not just in my job, but in life in general. Even family functions became tasks that I couldn’t bear to face. Each day the weight of what I was feeling was growing heavier until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I started to have anxiety attacks where my mind would race to the worst case scenarios for every situation. My personality is a worrier by nature, but these thoughts and feelings were so much more than anything I had ever dealt with before. I knew things needed to change, but I couldn’t force myself to do or say anything out loud.

I didn’t want to rock the boat. If I brought up what I was feeling, and that I might possibly want to do something different with my life how was that going to affect everyone around me. The people I work with are my family. I spend almost more time there then I do at home. At home I kept to myself. I would just go to my room the second I got home. I stopped going out unless I absolutely needed to. I found excuses to not attend events or meet up with friends. I didn’t want to let anyone down just because I was feeling out of sorts. So I blamed it on being sick. It was just aggravating my emotions and making me think things were worse than they actually were. I was overthinking, over-worrying, over-everything when it came to my day to day life. Slowly the people around me started to notice that something in me had shifted. Blaming it on being sick appeased most of them, but there were a few who refused to let me keep on hiding behind that for too long.

Long chats with my mom and a few close friends helped me realize that I needed to face the music. I wasn’t happy with anything. I had to face the fact that I was someone who had changed. In all aspects of my life I had changed. I didn’t love where my life was anymore. What scared me more was that I had no idea where I wanted to go either. I wasn’t happy but I didn’t have a plan. Admitting to myself at first that I wasn’t happy and had no idea what the hell I was going to do was the first step as crazy as that sounds. Saying it out loud broke something in me. I laughed and cried on my bathroom floor because saying it out loud made me feel freer than I had in months. I was still terrified but the weight was gone. Slowly I built up the courage to be more honest with a select few people and tell them exactly how I was feeling regarding everything in my life.

The response has been overwhelmingly positive. This blog is a result of opening up and trying new things. And though it’s still young this has brought such happiness to my life. The ability to write, connect with people, and whatever else this space might do in the future has fulfilled a part of me that I didn’t know I was missing. I’ve also been more in tune listening to my gut. When things don’t feel right or that voice in the back of my head telling me that change is needed, I’m going to listen. I’m looking into doing different things in all aspects of my life, and while it is still extremely scary I can say that these last few weeks have opened my eyes. I’ve taken small steps that might lead to new opportunities and challenges, and it feels right. I’m ready to live my life in a way that makes me happy. I might not have all the answers or even a solid plan in place, but I’m ready to see what new changes are in store for me.

Until next time

xoxo Becky

Hello and Welcome

I figured a brief and dorky introduction to me and what Ulcerative Colitis is would probably be a good starting point before I jump into more in depth topics detailing my journey with UC.

Hi!

Once again my name is Becky, and I have been living with Ulcerative Colitis for almost 2 1/2 years. I like to brag that I am essentially a little old lady living in the body of someone who is technically in their early 30’s. Meaning that I like to stay in drinking tea, reading books, watching documentaries, and spending as much time with my family as possible. I’m lucky that both my sisters, their families, my mom and most of the family on her side all live within 15-20 miles of each other. I love living in my little community along the North Shore of Lake Superior. I’m sure as I go along you guys will learn way more about me than you could ever want so I will leave you with just this small bit for now.

Sunrise over Lake Superior. Not a terrible view to wake up to!

So what exactly is Ulcerative Colitis? Technically Ulcerative Colitis is a long-term autoimmune disease that causes inflammation and ulcers in the colon and rectum. There is no known cause of UC, and there is no cure. Medications and treatment plans can put the disease into remission, sometimes for years, but you will never truly be free from this disease. Symptoms can range from mild to extremely severe and include abdominal pain, diarrhea (sometimes mixed with blood and mucus), an urgent need to go, and occasionally you are unable to control your bowels. Weight loss, fever, fatigue, and anemia can also happen. Also since we are dealing with inflammation in the colon sometimes UC can bring on joint and eye inflammation as well, you know just for fun. The risk of colon cancer goes up just by having this disease. If the case of UC is severe enough removal of part or all of the colon is sometimes needed.

So some pretty serious, scary and humiliating issues. I will do a post on my symptoms and how I got to my diagnosis next time, but for now just know that those are just the physical symptoms of UC. There are a lot of things mentally and emotionally you go through as well, and it can be a very dark time. However, I want to stress that having UC is not a death sentence. Yes it takes time, patience, and a lot of ups and downs but you can live a “normal” life. I’m still figuring this part out, but for the first time since I was diagnosed I feel like I am finally in a good head space. I’m still dealing with a lot of issues, but I feel genuine hope that no matter where this disease is going to take me I’m going to be fine. More than fine. I’m going to thrive, grow, learn, and be a better person because of it. This blog is going to be my record of that and I’m excited to have you along for the journey as well.

Until next time

xoxo Becky

The Journey Begins

I won’t lie, I am slightly terrified. This has been something I talked about doing for over a year. What better time than a New Year to finally take that plunge.

Hi All! My name is Becky and in 2016 I was diagnosed with an Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) called Ulcerative Colitis.  My intention with this blog is to detail my journey with Ulcerative Colitis. How it affects my life, what it teaches me, and any surprises that pop up along the way.  I will do posts on how I was diagnosed, my symptoms, my medications, among other topics.  However since this is about me living with UC I’m not going to pigeon hole myself into only writing about UC. Which is why I went with Bits by Becky 🙂 so whatever random bits I feel like sharing will still kind of make sense.  I’ll be honest I have no idea where this journey will take me, but I hope that it lets me connect and reach people on a level I haven’t been able to as of yet.

Also please bear with me as I learn how to do this blog thing. I am new to this, hence why I have been hesitant and its taken me so long to start. As I get more comfortable and learn a bit more to make this look better and seem more seamless. So please feel free to ask questions, give feedback, offer ideas for future posts,  and reach out if you or someone you know has been affected by IBD. 

Take care friends and I will see you soon

xoxo Becky


Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect — Alan Cohen