I was diagnosed in 1990 at the age of 17. I was in very bad shape. I took prednisone and imuran for about a year. The predisone caused acne vulgaris and interesting mental states. Fortunately, I began 1992 in total remission, and vowed to fight for a normal life.
I stopped all medications and began a punishing physical routine of exercise. I participated in boot camps and runs and got through college and law school as if I was completely normal. So much so that I wondered if the initial diagnosis had been mistaken.
Around ten years ago, the disease came back: i would be in great pain for a few days, then it would completely dissapear for years. I carried on happily as a young man would. Then the attacks became more frequent: every year, then twice a year, and now, about every few months.
After a thorough exam, the doctor has confirmed a fistula. He recommends humira. I know i need it, but i have fought so hard through the years to keep myself in top form, and i do not want to be dependent on meds for the rest of my life. Still, i feel as though i have no choice in the matter. The last few visits i told him that i was refusing the drug, and would try every alternative i could find.
Today is one of those terrible days : crippling pain, unable to eat and i am fighting down water. I am angry, depressed and tired. I welcome any advice and words of encouragement. Thanks for reading.
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I stopped all medications and began a punishing physical routine of exercise. I participated in boot camps and runs and got through college and law school as if I was completely normal. So much so that I wondered if the initial diagnosis had been mistaken.
Around ten years ago, the disease came back: i would be in great pain for a few days, then it would completely dissapear for years. I carried on happily as a young man would. Then the attacks became more frequent: every year, then twice a year, and now, about every few months.
After a thorough exam, the doctor has confirmed a fistula. He recommends humira. I know i need it, but i have fought so hard through the years to keep myself in top form, and i do not want to be dependent on meds for the rest of my life. Still, i feel as though i have no choice in the matter. The last few visits i told him that i was refusing the drug, and would try every alternative i could find.
Today is one of those terrible days : crippling pain, unable to eat and i am fighting down water. I am angry, depressed and tired. I welcome any advice and words of encouragement. Thanks for reading.
Today is one of