One day your eating anything you want... and the next... well, your not...
Gastoparesis, in a nutshell, is delayed stomach emptying. In normal digestion, the stomach contents empty in a controlled manner into the small intestine. In Gastroparesis, the muscle contractions that typically move food along do not work as they should and the stomach empties too slowly.
Gastroparesis is characterized by the presence of certain long-term symptoms together with delayed stomach emptying in the absence of any observable obstruction or blockage. The delayed stomach emptying is confirmed by a test.
Melissa has been dealing with Gastroparesis for nearly two years and has graciously agreed to share her story...
I did not use to be the kind of person who shares personal information, but things have changed for me since I fell ill. In February 2014, I spent a week in the hospital and was diagnosed with Gastroparesis (GP). I am guessing most people have never heard of this. I know I had not prior to being diagnosed.
My life has changed in ways I could not have imagined. One day I was eating at buffets; the next day I was unable to tolerate all foods and liquids.
I was hospitalized with severe pain and vomiting, put through a battery of tests (including one particularly terrible one where they forced a tube down my nose and pumped my stomach), diagnosed, and sent home with only a brief explanation of my illness.
For the next few weeks, I was on a liquids-only diet, and was told I had to gradually work my way up to soft foods and (eventually) solids. Unfortunately, nothing like that has occurred. I am able to eat some soft foods, in tiny amounts, but it is becoming clear that I will never again be able to eat “normal” foods in “normal” amounts.
Every single day, every second of every day, I think about food. I see it, smell it, cook it, and feed it to my family, but I cannot have it. I try to eat even small amounts of food and I am in agony.
I look in the mirror and see a skeleton.
I am weak and fatigued to levels I did not think were possible. Some mornings, I do not think I have enough energy to get out of bed. I can barely concentrate and function enough to do everyday tasks. Almost every night, my husband must help me up the stairs to bed because he is afraid I might fall.
My 11 year old daughter has seen me vomiting, screaming in pain, lying on the floor crying and on the verge of passing out. At times it has frightened her so much that she has asked me to get a medical alarm.
I grieve over the fact I can no longer travel or get out of the house for much of anything. Over missing family events, my daughter’s activities, picnics, concerts, and other such functions. I worry that I will not get to see all the significant milestones to come.
I worry about what will happen to my family when I am gone.
I fear my daughter’s reaction to my death and the consequences that might result from her growing up without a mother. I want to be there for her when she is sick, scared, or needs advice. I want to see her turn "Sweet Sixteen." I want to hear about her first kiss. I want to see her grow up, graduate, get married and have children. I want to know that she has a good career and a loving family.
I cannot bear thinking about the pain my death will cause my husband, and I am concerned that he might not be able to function when this occurs. I want to grow old with him. Facing the strong possibility that none of these things will occur is anguishing.
I get frustrated because people do not understand how my life is affected by all of this.
If you saw me on the street, you would likely not realize I am sick. I do not look sick. Because most people are unaware of the effects of GP, people frequently ask me if I am better now. I cannot seem to convince them that I am never going to be better, not in the sense they mean. I am told I just need to eat or that if I would try yogurt, I would heal. My own doctor accused me of being anorexic and advised my husband to watch me. And although I know people mean well, it still bothers me.
I am angry because I am a control freak, and I do not like being a slave to this disease. I do not like having to rely on others for help. I have screamed at, smacked, and pushed my husband away for simply trying to assist me more times than I can count.
I have thrown things (including food) across the room in fits of anger. I have intentionally gone without eating - even though I know I should not - just to “show” this disease who’s in control. Crazy, I know!
I am angry because I do everything that I am supposed to do – eat the right things, exercise, and ingest the known medications – and I am still sick.
There are times when I am in such agony that I can do nothing but cry – lie on the floor and beg God to just let me die. He does not – and I am so thankful that He ignores those moments. I think about others who have this disease who are much worse than I am.
I know many people who have sought treatment for dehydration, pain, and malnutrition, and who have had to resort to feeding tubes or ports for nutrition.
I sometimes look at them and think that this will be my future – and it scares me.
I do not understand why I have this disease, but what I do understand is that it is somehow important for me to share my experiences and let others know that despite my challenges, I mostly have a good attitude about my circumstances.
Since my initial diagnosis I have become heavily involved with online gastroparesis support groups. I have also created and now co-administer an advocacy group that seeks to foster awareness and change. I feel connected and bonded to others in ways I would have never dreamed possible a year ago.
Our website is www.curegp.com.
I have discovered a whole new purpose and meaning to my life. Over the course of my journey I have seen unimaginable suffering and need. I am overcome with compassion and concern for the people I have met and I am likewise overwhelmed by the kindness and support they have shown me over this past year.
Every person I know has helped me in some way. They have visited, called, helped with chores and tasks and simply cheered me up with their stories. Please do not ever be convinced that you can do nothing to help or that you do not matter. Your actions are meaningful.
I tell people all of the time that I hate this disease, but I dearly love the people I have met because of it.
Today's guest poster is Melissa Adams VanHouten. She is very involved in advocacy for the awareness of gastroparesis. You can connect with her on Twitter @MelissaRVH and her Facebook page is http://www.facebook.com/melissa.adams.vanhouten
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