I have been thinking for a week about how to start this and I can’t decide, so I’m just jumping in. I am writing this to tell my story about how I went from being super sick to feeling a ton better. If anything in here helps someone from going through what I did, then it’s worth it. I am sharing the health history in order to show you where I have come from.
It all started for me in 2000. I started having stomach issues, headaches and just plain ole’ feeling crummy. I went to the doctor (just my primary medical physician) and started taking meds… Jump forward to 2012…by this time I had had 4 surgeries (abdominal search, hysterectomy, ovaries removed and intestinal tie-up). I was taking about 20 different prescription pills a day. I had been diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. I was having a hard time functioning, to say the least.
I had been to doctors in Midland, Lubbock, San Angelo, Abilene, Big Spring, and Ft. Worth. I was prescribed Prednisone, Nexium, Dexilant, Toprol, Topomax, Flagyl, Levaquin, Rocephin, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah…. Over the course of the 12 years I had been prescribed just about everything. I was also told by one doctor that I was not really sick, but just depressed. I suffered from excessive heart rate, migraines, 9-12 sinus infections a year, arthritis, heartburn, constant yeast infections, bladder infections, urinary tract infections, seasonal allergies, and constant stomach pain that caused vomiting and diarrhea. I lost all of my hair and my face was huge from steroids. I had undergone 4 colonscopies, 4 upper GI’s, multiple swallow studies, ct scans, x-rays, 3 MRI’s, more trips to the ER than I can count, blah, blah, blah… I had broken 3 of the tiny bones in my foot (because if the steroids I was on for so long) and had undergone multiple injections for pain. I had been diagnosed with MRSA and undergone multiple rounds of meds to heal my foot. When it wouldn’t heal I was sent to the wound care center to have it scraped. I had been diagnosed with bursitis in my hips. Steroid injections were used for pain.
All of these doctor bills take a huge toll on you financially and my husband and I were both working multiple jobs to try and get everything paid for. I am very thankful that my husband has stuck by my side for all of the sickness. It has been a rough ride, but we are stronger for it. Thank you Lord!
In December of 2012 my primary care physician told me he didn’t know what else to do. I got myself into a specialist at a major hospital in Ft. Worth in January as a last ditch effort. My mother, husband, and I headed that way. I underwent 2 days of testing at that hospital. After my last procedure a nurse that had been in the operating room with me came by and told my mother that I did not have Crohn’s disease. She told my mother and husband that I probably had celiac disease. By this time in my sickness my mother had asked for everyone we knew to pray for me. My mother and I believe that Jesus was working through that lady to send me this news. The next day I started getting better…