I really don't know where to start. Theres so much, but I'll do my best to form my thought in a well organized piece.
As a young kid in elementary school, I seemed to get an unusual amount of stomach aches. These weren't serious, and my parents believed it was just gas pains.
Years later, I had been having persistent stomach aches for about a month, I also had to be weighed in, for football. This is when we realized something was wrong with me. I had lost weight from the year before, yet gained height.
We consulted with a doctor, and at age 13, I was diagnosed with crohns. I first treated this with pentasa (melamaze; awful spelling) the pentasa was not effective. I started humira, and after about 6 months, I had complete remission and I actually stopped taking the injections, and was in remission healthy for 2 years after, without any medicine.
One day, I go to the doctors for a routine physical, and I'm given the option to take many vaccanations (HPV, flu shot, meningitis) I tried to call my mom, and ask her if it was a good idea, because I was skeptical, but she was in a meeting, so we went ahead and i had the vaccinations. A week later, my crohns had become worse than ever before. Now, I'm not saying these vaccinations are what flared up my crohns, but I think it's very possible.
With that background information out of the way, let me start at present day.
Today- I'm 16. weeks away from being 16.5. Yet my quality of life has drastically fallen. Unfortunately, I missed around 50 days of school, and I was not going to be able to pass 10th grade, so i disenrolled. Crohn's has managed to extremely compromise my formal education; I have now only completed 9th grade. Not only has my education been compromised, but my quality of life has aswell.
Crohn's disease has made me enter a very unwanted state of depression. Every day, just like many other patients with a sever case of crohns, i experience excruciating pain and nauseau. To cope with such discomfort, I now smoke about 3.5 grams of marijuana every day. The pot temporarily makes me not so depressed, and temporarily gives me an appetite, and temporarily makes me feel good in the stomach, but its not enough.
I can't live this way, so in the next couple weeks, I am most likely going to be put onto humira again. This relieves me, yet makes me just as hopeless as before. (worried about side effects, hate having to get injections)
Crohn's so far, has ruined my life, and has made me contemplate whether or not to live it out and fight, every day I think about it. Is it really worth dealing with this pain, to experience more pain later in my life? Is it really worth being disabled my whole life? How am I supposed to be happy without the college degree i was expected to get, how am I supposed to be happy, when 1 step forward is 2 steps back?
I have this everlasting anger I feel in my veins, my blood, and in my skin, every day. For the past 4-6 months I've spent %95 of my day on my laptop on my bed, in my room, smoking away the mental and physical pain. There's so much anger and resent I feel building up inside that I don't talk much more. I have many gamer friends online who I talk to, but not in real life. I live alone with my mother, who works every day from 7 am-7pm, makes me dinner at 7, then spends most of the night down the road at her boyfriends house. Me and my mom don't talk though. I respond with grunts, I don't know what to say to her. Nothing is the same as how it once was. Were not a family anymore, dads gone, Gavin's gone. How can we act like everything's fine and normal when its not? I can see in her eyes and facial expressions that she has lost hope for me aswell.
I just want my life back, I want my health back, I want my education back, I want my family back. Yet it all seems too late and hopeless. Yet no matter how many steroids I take and no matter how many hits from the bong I take, the underlying cause never goes away.
The last 6 months of my life have been equivalent to my own hell. And the worst part of it all is I'm only 16. Not because "oh awwh hes just a kid he shouldn't have to go through all that" But because I know that if I wanna actually live the rest of my life, its gonna be plagued with flare ups, and basically hell. It makes me so pessimistic for my future I don't want it to arrive. Yet at the same time the present makes the fire inside me hotter than 1,000 suns.
Im confused, I'm dillusional, Im sad, Im in pain, Im hopeless, Im useless.
As a young kid in elementary school, I seemed to get an unusual amount of stomach aches. These weren't serious, and my parents believed it was just gas pains.
Years later, I had been having persistent stomach aches for about a month, I also had to be weighed in, for football. This is when we realized something was wrong with me. I had lost weight from the year before, yet gained height.
We consulted with a doctor, and at age 13, I was diagnosed with crohns. I first treated this with pentasa (melamaze; awful spelling) the pentasa was not effective. I started humira, and after about 6 months, I had complete remission and I actually stopped taking the injections, and was in remission healthy for 2 years after, without any medicine.
One day, I go to the doctors for a routine physical, and I'm given the option to take many vaccanations (HPV, flu shot, meningitis) I tried to call my mom, and ask her if it was a good idea, because I was skeptical, but she was in a meeting, so we went ahead and i had the vaccinations. A week later, my crohns had become worse than ever before. Now, I'm not saying these vaccinations are what flared up my crohns, but I think it's very possible.
With that background information out of the way, let me start at present day.
Today- I'm 16. weeks away from being 16.5. Yet my quality of life has drastically fallen. Unfortunately, I missed around 50 days of school, and I was not going to be able to pass 10th grade, so i disenrolled. Crohn's has managed to extremely compromise my formal education; I have now only completed 9th grade. Not only has my education been compromised, but my quality of life has aswell.
Crohn's disease has made me enter a very unwanted state of depression. Every day, just like many other patients with a sever case of crohns, i experience excruciating pain and nauseau. To cope with such discomfort, I now smoke about 3.5 grams of marijuana every day. The pot temporarily makes me not so depressed, and temporarily gives me an appetite, and temporarily makes me feel good in the stomach, but its not enough.
I can't live this way, so in the next couple weeks, I am most likely going to be put onto humira again. This relieves me, yet makes me just as hopeless as before. (worried about side effects, hate having to get injections)
Crohn's so far, has ruined my life, and has made me contemplate whether or not to live it out and fight, every day I think about it. Is it really worth dealing with this pain, to experience more pain later in my life? Is it really worth being disabled my whole life? How am I supposed to be happy without the college degree i was expected to get, how am I supposed to be happy, when 1 step forward is 2 steps back?
I have this everlasting anger I feel in my veins, my blood, and in my skin, every day. For the past 4-6 months I've spent %95 of my day on my laptop on my bed, in my room, smoking away the mental and physical pain. There's so much anger and resent I feel building up inside that I don't talk much more. I have many gamer friends online who I talk to, but not in real life. I live alone with my mother, who works every day from 7 am-7pm, makes me dinner at 7, then spends most of the night down the road at her boyfriends house. Me and my mom don't talk though. I respond with grunts, I don't know what to say to her. Nothing is the same as how it once was. Were not a family anymore, dads gone, Gavin's gone. How can we act like everything's fine and normal when its not? I can see in her eyes and facial expressions that she has lost hope for me aswell.
I just want my life back, I want my health back, I want my education back, I want my family back. Yet it all seems too late and hopeless. Yet no matter how many steroids I take and no matter how many hits from the bong I take, the underlying cause never goes away.
The last 6 months of my life have been equivalent to my own hell. And the worst part of it all is I'm only 16. Not because "oh awwh hes just a kid he shouldn't have to go through all that" But because I know that if I wanna actually live the rest of my life, its gonna be plagued with flare ups, and basically hell. It makes me so pessimistic for my future I don't want it to arrive. Yet at the same time the present makes the fire inside me hotter than 1,000 suns.
Im confused, I'm dillusional, Im sad, Im in pain, Im hopeless, Im useless.