I went to my follow up visit with the GI yesterday (Tuesday).
We went over my horrible weekend, my newly manifested low-grade fever that started on Friday, and my broken mental state. I've had no positive response to the Remicade. I have sudden cramping with the urgent need to move my bowels but then not much more than a teaspoonful ever shows up with blood and mucus (sometimes during the day there is not much blood at all). The cramps stop and I can breathe again. Once I start to breathe I have this involuntary reaction to "cut off the last poop" which really hurts the hemorrhoids quite a bit. I am pretty sure this is 'having to go feeling' is tenesmus.
I officially lost my appetite on Friday but tried to force some food each day over the weekend. I didn't eat at all on Tuesday when I went for my follow up. Doc sent me for blood work at the clinic STAT and IV fluids & steroid. He said he would contact a surgeon for me and that I should meet him within 24 hours, likely in the hospital (I was ready for the hospital admission for IV steroid anyway, so I was a bit relieved).
IV fluids & steroid at the clinic made me feel a bit better, the steroid certainly shot the tenesmus down in a hurry. During my 3 hours IV treatment at the clinic the doc called and said that he had spoken to the surgeon who will be admitting me to the hospital that evening as I would likely get expedited care and scheduling for surgery.
I cried; this is the phone call that I've dreaded since finding out I had Ulcertaive Colitis so many years ago. I'm pretty sure I cried out of fear of the unknown and a little fear of surgery. It wasn't a cry of relief.
My wife picked me up from the clinic, I had pulled myself back together by the end of the second bag of Dextrose. I finished up some work items I had left over and let my boss and some coworkers know where I was headed and that I'd be gone for surgery for a while.
The surgeon's admission nurse called me at about
4:30 pm saying that she just got the paperwork to start pre-authorizing with insurance and doing everything needed to admit me to the hospital. I confirmed a few things and the call ended. I spent the next few hours soaking up what it was like to be at home, watching my kittens play, and petting them when they came over to sniff me or curl up on me. The next phone call came in at 6 saying that my room was ready. Time to pack the bag and say my goodbyes. I took my sweet time, I'll admit I was dragging intentionally - I wanted to stay home and just be better. I spent time researching surgery and my surgeon (his CV, interests, etc).
I got into my room around 8 pm and was greeted with the flurry of "admission". Quite surprised I met the admitting surgeon within the hour! I wasn't expecting to see him until the next day. We spoke about
my health history and struggles with UC. He reviewed several options and what he believes to be the best course of action and explained why. Total protocolectomy with end ileostomy. Heal, get off all this medicine and steroid, feel what it's like to be healthy. He did mention j-pouch in a second and third surgery. I'm trying to keep an
open mind but I'm still opposed to it, mostly because I'm scared of multiple surgeries in addition to not wanting to use the bathroom 4-8x/day and be subject to all the irritation that can cause. The reassuring part was that I didn't have to decide on the pouch option now and that if, after the months with the bag, I decided K-pouch was what I wanted that he would put me in contact with the surgeons at the Cleveland Clinic. He is getting me on the schedule for surgery Thursday. I'm sure he told me a time but I've forgotten... I lose detailed information when stuff gets real... and getting on the schedule for surgery within 48 hours (for me) - stuff just got real. Overall first impression: excellent.
Keeping my friends and family up to date on all this has become, quite frankly, very taxing. I feel bad saying that but hey, it's how I feel; it's hard enough coming to terms with what's happening to me and when. I'm doing my best to manage it but it's hard when that phone beeps with a new txt msg. I am grateful for the support but I am also an extremely private person (aside from pouring my guts out on this forum).
Cut to today after a bad nights sleep full of anxiety and cold/night sweats... my surgeon came back to talk with me in the morning. I asked some more questions about
the procedure, how many people would be on the surgical team, life after with a pouch...with a J-pouch, when can I drive again, his experiences as a general surgeon and as a colorectal surgeon, success rate, recovery time. Every answer was reassuring and when he left I was ready to accept that it was indeed high time for my disease to come out.
I'm not trying to say at all that I'm ready for this, I'm not sure one truly can be ready to lose a part of their body. But I can accept it. My colon and I have had some really good poops together and it was there for me growing up... until it decided to get angry. I realize at this point my colon is no longer there for me and it checked out a long time ago. I have most likely been malnourished and sickly because of it for 16 years and it's time to heal.
I did mention my anxiety about
surgery and my surgeon wrote a script
for some anti-anxiety meds should I really start to freak out later. I'm scared about
all the tubes that will be coming out of me post-op. I'm scared about
the anesthesia. I'm scared that I won't get better, or that I am trading in one set of problems for a new set of problems. What if my inflammation just jumps to another part of me? I'm scared that I will never be able to be intimate with my wife again. Just a bunch of unknowns out ahead of me that I don't think I'm ready to find the answers to (and won't be able to find the answers to until it is done).
I think that's about
all the energy I have for writing right now, thanks for reading
Hope it helps someone besides me one day!
-R