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Hey dudes, Sam here, 25 year old male living with Crohn's disease. First diagnosed when I was 15. Had several rough flare-ups over the years that were thankfully all treated successfully and calmed with standard medications (prednisone, remicade, asacol, etc.)
I am currently in my fourth month of my most aggressive flare yet, on the other side of a one month in length hospital stay. I have tried and "failed" (as my gastro put it) both Remicade and Humira, and now the prospect of surgery is looming quite ominously in my future.
I am on Hydromorphone for pain, which I would not personally recommend. It is a powerful narcotic, certainly, but dependence developed quickly and the coinciding highs and lows have been almost debilitating.
I am currently seeing a therapist and am scheduled to meet with a mental health professional at the end of June to discuss medication (anti-depressants, anti-anxiety agents -- both issues I am genetically predisposed toward, without the additional causality of living with a chronic disease.)
I am the father of a beautiful 4 year old girl and proud owner of an English lab named Frankie. Both of these things are a driving positive force in my life, in addition to my wonderful partner Jen. However, they are also three innocent creatures I feel that I have been burdening lately with my disease. I have been suffering quite severely with pain, hardly sleeping at night due to frequent and prolonged bathroom visits, and living quite miserably with the correlary depression. At this stage in my life, I feel that I have become unrecognizable from my healthy self, no more than six months ago. I'm trying every day, but each day feels like an uphill battle, emotionally as well as physically.
So, folks, there is the truncated version of my story. Glad to find this forum. Looking forward to meeting some new friends.
Thanks, y'all.
I am currently in my fourth month of my most aggressive flare yet, on the other side of a one month in length hospital stay. I have tried and "failed" (as my gastro put it) both Remicade and Humira, and now the prospect of surgery is looming quite ominously in my future.
I am on Hydromorphone for pain, which I would not personally recommend. It is a powerful narcotic, certainly, but dependence developed quickly and the coinciding highs and lows have been almost debilitating.
I am currently seeing a therapist and am scheduled to meet with a mental health professional at the end of June to discuss medication (anti-depressants, anti-anxiety agents -- both issues I am genetically predisposed toward, without the additional causality of living with a chronic disease.)
I am the father of a beautiful 4 year old girl and proud owner of an English lab named Frankie. Both of these things are a driving positive force in my life, in addition to my wonderful partner Jen. However, they are also three innocent creatures I feel that I have been burdening lately with my disease. I have been suffering quite severely with pain, hardly sleeping at night due to frequent and prolonged bathroom visits, and living quite miserably with the correlary depression. At this stage in my life, I feel that I have become unrecognizable from my healthy self, no more than six months ago. I'm trying every day, but each day feels like an uphill battle, emotionally as well as physically.
So, folks, there is the truncated version of my story. Glad to find this forum. Looking forward to meeting some new friends.
Thanks, y'all.