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So I had a doctor appointment today with the GI. Basically this holistic approach that I've been trying because of my Dad hasn't been working. They want to put me on an iron IV but they are going to try and spread it out in an attempt to prevent side effects. I'm also going back on pentasa because I'm sensitive to a lot of foods right now and my stomache is really sensitive to everything. I was afraid of it, but deep down I knew it was coming. Honestly I'm kinda glad because right now I feel like I am eight years old and I'm only seventeen going on eighteen.
So I'm stressed because I have to come home and tell my dad about the appointment. I do and it just goes badly like I thought because while he told me that the disease isn't my fault he basically said it was when he said I wasn't doing all that I could to fight the disease, which is untrue. It really hurt me that he said that because I've taken all of the medication, even the ones that made me feel like s***. He was complaining because I'm a picky eater and when I say a vegetable or fruit doesn't do well with me he doesn't believe me. They're really scared, my parents, and I can understand how tough it is on parents who have children with this disease, but the fact that my parents are so scared I can't lean on them for support makes me so jealous of those that have amazing parents you can lean on. my dad actually made me cry during our fight because it just all caught up with me. The lack of support and always having to pretend things are okay when they aren't has taken such a toll on me and I'm so glad I have you guys to talk to. I might never be normal or cured, but at least with you guys I can be normal.
So I'm stressed because I have to come home and tell my dad about the appointment. I do and it just goes badly like I thought because while he told me that the disease isn't my fault he basically said it was when he said I wasn't doing all that I could to fight the disease, which is untrue. It really hurt me that he said that because I've taken all of the medication, even the ones that made me feel like s***. He was complaining because I'm a picky eater and when I say a vegetable or fruit doesn't do well with me he doesn't believe me. They're really scared, my parents, and I can understand how tough it is on parents who have children with this disease, but the fact that my parents are so scared I can't lean on them for support makes me so jealous of those that have amazing parents you can lean on. my dad actually made me cry during our fight because it just all caught up with me. The lack of support and always having to pretend things are okay when they aren't has taken such a toll on me and I'm so glad I have you guys to talk to. I might never be normal or cured, but at least with you guys I can be normal.