Hi, my name is Paul. I've posted a couple times in the "Humira Club" thread, but this is my first "real" introduction to the Crohn's community.
Well, in anticipation of having a total colectomy to "cure" what I and my doctors thought was UC, the doctors (GI and surgeon) had me redo the Prometheus blood tests, and the unexpected result was that, this time (as opposed to the previous results which were all "inconclusive"), the results pointed squarely at Crohn's.
I was not expecting this. I have "presented" as classic UC all along - except for one clue, which was my second hospitalisation for a perforated diverticular abscess. At the time, the prevailing medical opinion was that it was caused by the diverticulitis, combined with the weakening of the tissue presumably due to the Prednisone I was on at the time to stop the flare that landed me in hospital the first time a month prior. But now, it seems that that really was the big clue that I had Crohn's and not UC all along.
I'm extremely depressed now. I know that so many of you continue to fight the good fight against this disease, but I feel that this new diagnosis has stripped away the last vestiges of my hope and energy (ha! what energy? that's a laugh! :mad2 towards "getting better." I am hovering somewhere around halfway between "remission" and "non-remission" on weekly Humira and 100mg mercaptopurine daily, and I feel like living death every day - I can barely get out of bed. Now I know that I can never be free of these immunosuppressants and/or biologics, and that surgery can't help me, but can only cause more complications and problems, both foreseeable and otherwise. I know that there was always the possibility that my presumed UC could likely switch gears and change into another autoimmune condition after its favourite target, the colon, was removed, but that's a moot point now.
I don't feel that I have the right to complain - especially here - but I do feel like I've lost the last hope I had of ever feeling better, and I only see it as a short trip now from here to the grave. The Humira won't "work" (assuming it is "working" - I suppose it is keeping me out of a worse flare) for very long - it never does for anyone, it seems; and I can't afford it anyway, nor Remicade or any of the other "options." So I see this as the beginning of the end for me. And I have no will left to fight it. So Death, come quickly and mercifully, please.
I'm sorry to be a downer. I'm just terrified and extremely depressed. I've never been a positive person - in fact, I'm the single most negative person I've ever known - so I know I'm not equipped to go through this. I have a wonderful wife and a beautiful 11-year-old daughter to try to live for, but I can only see myself dragging them both down and ruining their lives as well.
I guess I just needed to write this for people who would possibly understand somewhat. I hope that my loss of hope will not compromise anyone else's in their journey to live through and beyond this disease. I just know that I personally am not strong enough to withstand it.
Well, in anticipation of having a total colectomy to "cure" what I and my doctors thought was UC, the doctors (GI and surgeon) had me redo the Prometheus blood tests, and the unexpected result was that, this time (as opposed to the previous results which were all "inconclusive"), the results pointed squarely at Crohn's.
I was not expecting this. I have "presented" as classic UC all along - except for one clue, which was my second hospitalisation for a perforated diverticular abscess. At the time, the prevailing medical opinion was that it was caused by the diverticulitis, combined with the weakening of the tissue presumably due to the Prednisone I was on at the time to stop the flare that landed me in hospital the first time a month prior. But now, it seems that that really was the big clue that I had Crohn's and not UC all along.
I'm extremely depressed now. I know that so many of you continue to fight the good fight against this disease, but I feel that this new diagnosis has stripped away the last vestiges of my hope and energy (ha! what energy? that's a laugh! :mad2 towards "getting better." I am hovering somewhere around halfway between "remission" and "non-remission" on weekly Humira and 100mg mercaptopurine daily, and I feel like living death every day - I can barely get out of bed. Now I know that I can never be free of these immunosuppressants and/or biologics, and that surgery can't help me, but can only cause more complications and problems, both foreseeable and otherwise. I know that there was always the possibility that my presumed UC could likely switch gears and change into another autoimmune condition after its favourite target, the colon, was removed, but that's a moot point now.
I don't feel that I have the right to complain - especially here - but I do feel like I've lost the last hope I had of ever feeling better, and I only see it as a short trip now from here to the grave. The Humira won't "work" (assuming it is "working" - I suppose it is keeping me out of a worse flare) for very long - it never does for anyone, it seems; and I can't afford it anyway, nor Remicade or any of the other "options." So I see this as the beginning of the end for me. And I have no will left to fight it. So Death, come quickly and mercifully, please.
I'm sorry to be a downer. I'm just terrified and extremely depressed. I've never been a positive person - in fact, I'm the single most negative person I've ever known - so I know I'm not equipped to go through this. I have a wonderful wife and a beautiful 11-year-old daughter to try to live for, but I can only see myself dragging them both down and ruining their lives as well.
I guess I just needed to write this for people who would possibly understand somewhat. I hope that my loss of hope will not compromise anyone else's in their journey to live through and beyond this disease. I just know that I personally am not strong enough to withstand it.
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