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Op.28/18
Guest
I was diagnosed with Crohn’s several years ago. I didn't know anything about Crohn's or UC; had never heard of either. So when I was diagnosed with Crohn's, something I'd never heard of, and my doctor in the hospital, a doctor whose medical interests supposedly are adolescents and chronic disease, told me I'd be back to normal in a few weeks, I believed her.
Having been told, I’d be back to normal in a few weeks, I thought I'd take the drugs I was given and be done with Crohn's in a few weeks; I wasn't told anything about it; I didn't know it was an incurable disease I'd have the rest of my life, barring a cure. My doctor, Anne L. Sullivan, acted like it wasn’t serious at all, like it was just barely worse than a headache.
I also wasn’t told anything about the drugs I was given. When I asked if the drugs had side effects, I was told “oh, no, don’t worry about side effects.”
(If Crohn’s really is such an insignificant disease, why give a patient, particularly a young patient, drugs with the potential of causing multiple types of cancer (Imuran whose risk of cancer, btw, I’ve read seems to be higher among teens and young adults), diabetes (prednisone), high blood pressure (prednisone) suicidal depression (prednisone), bipolar disorder (prednisone), psychosis (prednisone), osteoporosis (prednisone again), ruptured tendons (Cipro, especially when used in combination with prednisone), HPA-axis suppression and other thyroid issues (prednisone), etc., etc., among other serious, life-changing side effects?)
A few weeks after I was hospitalized and diagnosed, my symptoms were getting worse and worse—most likely because my doctors in the hospital, even though they continually told me "diet doesn't matter," they also advised me to eat ice cream due to its "softness." That my symptoms were getting worse, that was a surprise because the doctors in the hospital acted like Crohn's was a minor ailment, something that the drugs would take care of and I'd be done with it forever.
So my mom called the hospital. A nurse relayed to a doctor what was going on. The doctor couldn't be bothered to speak with me, but did, apparently, tell the nurse I probably had toxic megacolon; she said I needed to see this doctor either the next morning, because I would probably die if I didn't. So we woke up 3 AM and drove five hours to Iowa City, to see this doctor at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics.
I ended up not having toxic megacolon. No tests were taken. The doctor decided this just by talking to me. So if the doctor could’ve just bothered to speak with me, all of that worry could have been averted.
And at that point I still wasn't told much of anything about Crohn's, but at least, because I was told I was going to die, I knew it was serious.
What’s worse though is that I was put even more drugs—at even higher doses. And these drugs ruined my life.
Imuran carries a risk of skin cancer (and leukemia and lymphoma, among other things, risks that, according to the Mayo Clinic, might not go away for months or even years after stopping the drug*) and a tumor developed on my face; had to have it removed; now I have a large scar on my face.
Prednisone can give you cystic acne; that’s what it did to me. I always had clear skin. Now, besides that scar from the Imuran-induced tumor—I have acne scars all over my face as well. Now my skin looks terrible and I have no self-esteem whatsoever.
Before the cystic acne had left scars on my face, I had repeatedly asked my doctor for a prescription for this cystic acne or a referral to a dermatologist—because OTC acne products weren’t working—and I was only told it would go away on its own and not to worry about it.
Well, it didn’t, and now I’ll always have scars on my face—for nothing, for a drug that didn’t even induce remission or even come close to it.
* http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/crohns-disease/DS00104/DSECTION=lifestyle-and-home-remedies
Having been told, I’d be back to normal in a few weeks, I thought I'd take the drugs I was given and be done with Crohn's in a few weeks; I wasn't told anything about it; I didn't know it was an incurable disease I'd have the rest of my life, barring a cure. My doctor, Anne L. Sullivan, acted like it wasn’t serious at all, like it was just barely worse than a headache.
I also wasn’t told anything about the drugs I was given. When I asked if the drugs had side effects, I was told “oh, no, don’t worry about side effects.”
(If Crohn’s really is such an insignificant disease, why give a patient, particularly a young patient, drugs with the potential of causing multiple types of cancer (Imuran whose risk of cancer, btw, I’ve read seems to be higher among teens and young adults), diabetes (prednisone), high blood pressure (prednisone) suicidal depression (prednisone), bipolar disorder (prednisone), psychosis (prednisone), osteoporosis (prednisone again), ruptured tendons (Cipro, especially when used in combination with prednisone), HPA-axis suppression and other thyroid issues (prednisone), etc., etc., among other serious, life-changing side effects?)
A few weeks after I was hospitalized and diagnosed, my symptoms were getting worse and worse—most likely because my doctors in the hospital, even though they continually told me "diet doesn't matter," they also advised me to eat ice cream due to its "softness." That my symptoms were getting worse, that was a surprise because the doctors in the hospital acted like Crohn's was a minor ailment, something that the drugs would take care of and I'd be done with it forever.
So my mom called the hospital. A nurse relayed to a doctor what was going on. The doctor couldn't be bothered to speak with me, but did, apparently, tell the nurse I probably had toxic megacolon; she said I needed to see this doctor either the next morning, because I would probably die if I didn't. So we woke up 3 AM and drove five hours to Iowa City, to see this doctor at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics.
I ended up not having toxic megacolon. No tests were taken. The doctor decided this just by talking to me. So if the doctor could’ve just bothered to speak with me, all of that worry could have been averted.
And at that point I still wasn't told much of anything about Crohn's, but at least, because I was told I was going to die, I knew it was serious.
What’s worse though is that I was put even more drugs—at even higher doses. And these drugs ruined my life.
Imuran carries a risk of skin cancer (and leukemia and lymphoma, among other things, risks that, according to the Mayo Clinic, might not go away for months or even years after stopping the drug*) and a tumor developed on my face; had to have it removed; now I have a large scar on my face.
Prednisone can give you cystic acne; that’s what it did to me. I always had clear skin. Now, besides that scar from the Imuran-induced tumor—I have acne scars all over my face as well. Now my skin looks terrible and I have no self-esteem whatsoever.
Before the cystic acne had left scars on my face, I had repeatedly asked my doctor for a prescription for this cystic acne or a referral to a dermatologist—because OTC acne products weren’t working—and I was only told it would go away on its own and not to worry about it.
Well, it didn’t, and now I’ll always have scars on my face—for nothing, for a drug that didn’t even induce remission or even come close to it.
* http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/crohns-disease/DS00104/DSECTION=lifestyle-and-home-remedies