What I Wish My Newly-Diagnosed Self Knew

Sitting in the patient chair, hearing your doctor say “you have Inflammatory Bowel Disease” can be terrifying and change your life in a matter of seconds. These words come with both a massive feeling of relief and validation, knowing that your symptoms are not just in your head and that you will finally receive the help you deserve. But, along with this relief, comes terrifying thoughts, too many google searches, and the realization that you will have this diagnosis for the rest of your life. Feelings such as anxiety, fear, and loneliness follow with no sense of direction. When looking back at my newly diagnosed self, I wish I could hug her and tell her everything I know now.

It‘s not your fault 

The guilt that comes with a new diagnosis is unexplainable. My mind wandered, time and time again, over what I might have done to cause my diagnosis. Was it loving toaster strudels as a kid and eating a few too many? Was I too stressed at my internship? Was it previous medications that disrupted the microbiome in my gut? The truth is, you can let your mind wander for as long as it wants, but you are NOT the reason behind your illness and you are NOT at fault. Many people, including myself, strongly believe and are determined that everything has a purpose and that everything happens for a reason. Although some may argue this belief, obsessing over what may have caused your diagnosis and blaming yourself will do nothing but harm. Inflammatory bowel disease is not the result of a bad decision or bad karma, and something that is most important to understand is that you are not to blame. Once you come to peace with your diagnosis and become confident in the unknown, you will begin to heal in ways you never have before. 

The importance of your healthcare team 

As a young adult diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, I was scared, lonely and afraid. After years of fighting for a doctor to take me seriously, I felt unworthy of receiving proper treatment and advocating for myself to my healthcare team. With help from a handful of individuals, I slowly realized that I should be looked after by healthcare professionals that listen, support, and are trustworthy. Not only does this apply to gastroenterologists, but also to other medical professionals that make up your healthcare team. If your gastroenterologist does not support you and undermines your symptoms, shop around for a new gastroenterologist that makes you feel comfortable, heard and safe. Additionally, a gastroenterologist is not the only medical professional that should be on your team. If you are able, reach out to a dietician, nutritionist, or naturopath certified in food nutrition to receive guidance on diet, food choices, vitamins, and supplements to support your health. Lastly, do not be afraid to seek out help for your mental health. The stress that comes with a new diagnosis can be extremely heavy, and for some, stress can aggravate GI symptoms and flares. The best decision I made was seeing a therapist to help me through my past traumas and transition into entering society post-diagnosis while dealing with debilitating symptoms. A wide range of healthcare professionals will allow you to thrive and succeed in ways you didn't even know were possible. Here in Canada, dieticians, nutritionists, naturopaths, and therapists are not covered by OHIP. If you do have insurance, these types of professionals are usually covered. If you are not able to cover the costs for these additional healthcare professionals, reach out to your GI to see if there are any subsidized or low-cost options available to you. Also, many universities and colleges offer free or low-cost therapists and nutrition counselling. 

Find your support group 

An Inflammatory Bowel Disease diagnosis is scary and may leave you feeling as if you need to be independent through this journey as you don’t want to burden others. Putting up a wall and pretending like you are fine is something I did more times than I should have after my diagnosis. I had such a hard time being vulnerable and admitting I was not ok. With that being said, the best thing I could have done was confide in a few trusted friends and family members. Opening up to my loved ones allowed me to feel more comfortable asking for help when it was needed and having a safe space to vent. Opening up to my support system allowed me to express my fears and challenges, gave me the opportunity to have someone join me at healthcare appointments and to also receive help when I was flaring. 

If you are located in Canada, Crohn’s and Colitis Canada not only offers regional support groups where you can meet fellow peers with IBD, but they also offer a mentorship program where you have the opportunity to be mentored by someone who is experienced in navigating the hardships of IBD. Additionally, reach out to your schools accessibility centre to find out if there are any IBD groups with individuals around your age to network with. Lastly, joining Facebook or Instagram pages that connect others with IBD is a great way to speak to people who understand what you are going through.

Grief    

As a newly diagnosed young adult, the negative feelings and thoughts of living with a chronic disease for the rest of your life can be endless. Dealing with healthcare appointments and debilitating symptoms that not many other young adults experience can leave you feeling defeated and hopeless. Something important that I have learned throughout my journey is that it’s important to sit in those feelings and take the time you need to process them. Take time to grieve your old life and the life you pictured for yourself, but also remember everything positive that this diagnosis will give you. You will be stronger, resilient, and more empathetic to those around you. You will view the world in such a way that you never have before, and you will become more intuitive with your body and mind through this journey. If your feelings of grief become overwhelming, reach out to a trusted friend, family member or a mental health professional. Although my diagnosis has been challenging to say the least, I promise you there are things my diagnosis has given me that I am beyond grateful for and I wish I was reassured of when I was newly diagnosed. 

To the newly diagnosed IBD warriors, you are amazing, resilient and strong. An unpredictable and serious diagnosis such as IBD will be challenging and difficult, but you are not alone and you never will be.

The Acceptance and Struggle of a Childhood IBD Diagnosis

Being a kid is supposed to be a whimsical experience that one treasures and wants to have back. We long for those easier, good old days. But, when you are diagnosed with Inflammatory Bowel Disease at the age of 8, those childhood hopes can get lost. 

When I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, I did not know what it was. I remember telling my friends and them thinking I kept saying “Crow’s disease” (granted, I did have a speech impediment). Honestly, even I couldn't fully understand what was going on with my body. I felt alone, isolated, and trapped in my body. I felt frustrated because of the lack of support I felt from my peers and the lack of communication that I could provide to the people in my life. I felt confused as to whether I was being too dramatic or if I was really as sick as I thought I was. It becomes hard to trust your body and self when—for so long—your symptoms are not understood. Still today, these emotions can flood my body when I think about my diagnosis or even have to deal with unrelated health procedures. The body has a mysterious memory intact.  

 In response to these events, I have found that I tend to forget things related to it. To be honest, pretty much everything—specifically during my diagnosis phase of life—is most often a blur. Being diagnosed as a child really made me deeply struggle with the faults of reality and mortality and sickness early on. My body is easily triggered by hospitals or doctors. Whether my response bodily or emotional, I cannot immediately make sense of it all at the time. 

I often struggle making sense of my diagnosis. Being diagnosed at such an early age, the disconnect between what was real and fake is hard. How could it have such a constant effect on my life when I forget most details surrounding it?  It can be hard when you are surrounded by so many people who have such an understanding of their diagnosis and can write such beautiful lessons they have learned when most days I do not even remember what age I was diagnosed at. It is so easy to compare journeys, thinking your IBD is not as bad as the next, or that you feel alone with it. But what we can hold is that we don't have to be positive all the time. It can be painful and we can hold both the pain and the lessons we have learned. We do not have to make sense of our diagnoses. There does not always have to be a bright side to everything and that does not make you less of anything. Everyone has their bad days, whether you see them or not. Just remember that it is okay to struggle, it's okay if not everything makes sense, and we are so happy to have you here.

Explaining Chronic Pain

This article is sponsored by Gali Health.

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One of the most troubling and tricky feelings of the human condition is pain. It’s the body’s warning signal that something is wrong. It always seems to show up unexpectedly. It’s the world’s worst party guest. Seriously, it could at least bring a party gift, or an extra bag of chips and salsa to share. Instead, it interrupts the flow of midnight ragers and days of routine alike. Pain is the ultimate consumer. It takes, absorbs, and swells, without giving any of itself up. To make it even more complicated, pain comes in more hues, flavors, and shapes than can be counted. Pain is a universal experience, but the experience of pain is unique to each individual. 

There is round, smooth, aching pain that rolls around the body all day. There’s sharp, jagged pain that cuts, stabs, and leaves a metallic taste on the tongue. There’s pain that shapeshifts. It howls like a werewolf, then sizzles like the sting from an insect. I could go on, but the list of the types of pain is again endless. That said, living with a chronic illness like IBD means tasting an entire buffet’s worth of pain types. Despite the fact that pain is so specific, and individual, people often try to measure and compare pain. As a chronically ill individual, it can be frustrating to have your pain compared, and rationalized by others. For instance, people will often compare the abdominal pain from ulcerative colitis, or Crohn’s disease to a stomach ache. In reality, chronic pain is much different from everyday pain. 

When the pain from chronic illnesses is compared to pain from other illnesses, a large part of the context is ignored. Patients with chronic illnesses and pain have to confront pain oftentimes on a daily basis, and manage pain oftentimes without a totally effective treatment. The pain from a stomach ache, or a stubbed toe will eventually fade, and if it doesn’t, there is generally an effective treatment available. With a chronic illness, no such treatment necessarily exists. There is no timeline for recovery from the pain. Instead, it can be endless and unclear with multiple trials of various treatments required in order to find relief. In essence, chronic pain has no end deadline.

Despite this, the chronically ill often live normal lives everyday. Patients and pain sufferers go to college, go to work, and even to social events despite their pain. It’s especially important to remember this, because for all of its flavors, pain can be quite invisible. Dealing with pain is a challenge, and a burden, but millions of people around the world surmount the obstacle of pain everyday. Accommodations for patients make living with this weight easier, and enable us to be more active members in our communities. Still more work needs to be done to improve the quality of life for those dealing with pain. The compassionate way to treat the chronically ill, is the most inclusive way and the way that eliminates the disadvantages of the disabled. In the future, I hope all pain is treated with the utmost consideration and care for the individual. After all, if that was the case, there would be a lot less physical, and mental pain in this world.

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My IBD Life - Ode to Despair

I sat down to write this article with the intent of describing some personal experiences with my family and friends during a period of progressing sickness that eventually led to surgery. It’s very hard for me to segregate various aspects of that time. I was struggling on many fronts. Everything seems so intertwined. I probably would have managed better, if the only thing I had to worry about had been my health. Sometimes, I wonder if I could live through that again. The worst parts of that period were the nights. Serially failing medications had brought me to a point where I was living with severe chronic pain and total incontinence. Every night I would go through a sequence of muffled crying, screaming, and dancing, to wither and end up on the floor like a lifeless body. I did that deliberately to tire myself out and fall asleep. Every night it was the same routine. Some nights, the urge to end it all was too strong to resist. I dreaded the nights and took up a night job to cope. I thought if I forced my mind to concentrate on a job, it would help with the pain. I’d suffocate at work, and even had “accidents” at work, despite wearing diapers. Everyone around me in my home or outside was oblivious to what I did to myself in my room in the dark. My coping mechanisms bordered on the psychotic.  I would strangulate my body parts to make them numb. I would try to substitute the pain with another kind of pain by using an excessively hot pad. The pain was too much. The blood was too much. The nights were too long. The thing that hurt more than the pain was that every medication would make a mockery of my attempts to live. Early promising results followed by a rapid decline leading to increased symptoms were a pattern. At my core, I’m not a very hopeful person. My life circumstances have molded me into a deeply introverted and pessimist personality. My mind constantly tries to simulate everything that can go wrong and I try my best to put control measures in place. With this disease though, I was helpless. I read vehemently, but I was not a doctor. I forced myself to cultivate hope with every new medication. However, I always ended up dejected. Sometimes, I felt like a bloody soldier struggling to stand straight, kneeling on the ground against his sword, and waiting for all of it to get over.

As I started reminiscing those nights, my intents changed. I wanted to describe that cycle of hope and consequent despair to someone. It resulted in me writing a poem which I’m sharing here. 

They tell me the war is over and we won.

They tell me that the night is at last, gone.

They tell me the sun’s rising on the horizon.

They tell me, they tell me it’s a new dawn.

They tell me the same things again and again.

And each time they say it, I believe them. 

I hide from my fears, behind a translucent curtain.

Weak ropes of hope bear the weight of my pain.

Soon it all comes crashing down to the ground.

And I see them again. The blood-hungry hounds.

Dread sets into me as they approach and surround.

Every inch of me bleeds. My screams resound.

And when it’s all over, I look down from the edge.

Frail, pale, broken, and defeated, after the rampage.

No antidote to my ailment, my soul feels caged.

Desperate, I am prepared to embrace the only escape.

“Stop! Don’t!” I hear a voice break the silence.

I recognize the voice. It’s them. Once again.

They praise my resilience. Talk about Providence.

Promise me there’s a reason for my existence.

They look to infuse me with hope and faith.

They tell me tales of the fierce and brave.

Why then I don’t believe what they say?

Oh! It’s because, soon after ...

They tell me the war is over and we won.

They tell me that the night is at last, gone.

They tell me the sun’s rising on the horizon.

They tell me, they tell me it’s a new dawn.

There was a time when I tried to capture my pain in words. I was better at writing then. With time, the writing started to feel like a futile exercise. The nights never went away.  Instead, I now try to repress those experiences in some corner of my brain as I have done with other traumatic incidents that I have lived through.

My doctor once told me that there were only 2 patients other than me under his care, with a severity of disease that was similar to mine. I felt sad, but then I realized it’s a good thing that more people do not go through such experiences. However, I’m sure there are enough like me in my country which has a population of 1.3 billion, but I’m not sure if everyone is as lucky as me. The mental health of patients with Inflammatory Bowel Disease has never been a priority in the Indian Healthcare system. It’s time that we begin to provide holistic support to young adults with inflammatory bowel diseases to enable them to manage this disease better and come out of the experience with as little residual trauma as possible. 

Please stay safe and take care. See you next month. :)

Thoughts on IBD in the Workplace

Please provide your most recent job history. Done. Proceed to the next page. Do you have a disability that you would voluntarily like to disclose? This can include autism, blindness, cerebral palsy, missing limbs, autoimmune conditions like lupus, gastrointestinal diseases like Crohn’s disease or IBS…I blinked, and stopped. What did I just read? 

In the past, I had always checked No, I don’t have a disability or history of disability. But now, as I start to look for Physician Assistant (PA) jobs, I can’t ignore the fact that I live with ulcerative colitis (UC) and flares can rear their ugly heads even when I take the best care of myself. I never had to sit and ponder this question before. Because of the way disabilities are viewed by most people, stigma swirls around it, leaving previously unaffected people like me unaware and uneducated about progress being made and the struggles still faced in the workplace. Disabilities are commonly viewed with negative connotations - several of my coworkers and other colleagues that live with chronic illness and/or disabilities have highlighted this and spoken powerfully against this negativity. Living with a disability doesn’t mean that you don’t have as much to offer. The people I’ve met through the chronic illness and disability community are some of the most resilient, creative leaders I know. We face our challenges and continue living and advocating against all that is physically or mentally against us - we have to draw incredible strength and grow up sooner and in ways that most others don’t. 

However, I still struggled with multiple emotions as I sat, mulling my thoughts, stuck on this page of a job application. I have never considered myself as a person “who has a disability.” I felt guilty - would those with disabilities think that I don’t support them since I don’t want to group myself with them, giving myself another label that’s often viewed as weak? Am I misrepresenting those who do have disabilities because my UC has been so mild and I am largely functional? I felt that I don’t belong in the “disability group”, but I also can’t deny that I have a chronic illness that can be disabling in a variety of ways. I definitely consider myself lucky and blessed, but I know that my UC can change throughout my life and potentially become more difficult to control. I struggled to work through these thoughts, but then thought about how my growth this year from being more involved with advocacy has given me tools to advocate for myself and to continue learning from this community. 

My options were: 

1. Yes, I have a disability, or have a history/record of having a disability

2. No, I don’t have a disability, or a history/record of having a disability

3. I don’t wish to answer

What should I choose? It had to be either #1 or #3. I couldn’t lie - I was more afraid that it would not go over well if I did get the job and had to bring up my UC later to my employer. But then, if I marked “yes”, could that jeopardize the chances of me getting interviewed or getting a job? I’ve heard awful stories about those who hid their disability from their employer because they knew it would affect them being hired or even interviewed. Luckily, I was working with another healthcare provider who had been diagnosed with lupus over the past year and was also learning how to navigate her chronic illness in the work environment. I asked her what she thought and we ended up having a candid conversation - I realized that if marking “yes” caused me to not get an interview or a job, then that job wouldn’t have been supportive enough for me anyway. Perhaps this is my stubborn streak coming through, but I hope that working in the medical field will hopefully make potential employers more understanding. However, I know that the stigma that encircles chronic illness and disability still permeates the workplace, and this fact will stay on my mind throughout my job search. 

In the end, I did mark “yes.” It is more important to me to have the chance to advocate for myself and be supported rather than hiding my diagnosis out of potential embarrassment or fear of how I would be treated because of it. Maybe this will backfire, but by being up front about my UC, I’ll feel more comfortable in my workplace. I hope that I’ll be supported enough to communicate any issues I’m having or if I do end up needing some sort of accommodation in the future. I’m very excited about applying for jobs and starting this new chapter in my life and career as a PA, but I still have much to learn about disability in the workplace. I hope by learning to navigate these waters, I can help others who may be in the same situation - questioning if they fall into the disability category or not, wondering how they should approach disclosing (or not disclosing) their condition to their employer. Since the US just hit the 30th anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act, I also plan to continue to educate myself and learn more about the disability community in conjunction with chronic illness. We should never have to choose between our career and our health, and I hope I can join many others who are working to make this a reality for all who are affected by chronic illness or disability. 

What have you experienced as an IBD patient because of the pandemic?

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Today the Crohn’s and Colitis Young Adult Fellows joined together to share what they’ve experienced as an IBD patient during this global pandemic. So we asked our fellows how they have been affected by the pandemic as IBD patients and this is what they want to tell you!

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“Thankfully, I’ve not had too many problems during the pandemic. My IBD is relatively well controlled at the moment, but I still fall in the group of people in England who are strongly recommended to stay at home, because I am immunosuppressed. Therefore, I haven’t taken any chances. I was able to get my medications delivered to the house, and I now have weekly food deliveries too - though trying to get a slot is harder than you think! My regular follow-up appointments at the hospital have been cancelled until further notice, but I am doing okay at the moment so there’s no need for their input. I have the IBD helpline and email address should I need them - but hopefully not! The only other problem I’ve had is arranging for my three-monthly vitamin B12 injection, which I’ve had for around 10 years due to malabsorption. My surgery has deemed this ‘non-essential’, and are only injecting those with consistently low levels. Clearly, I don’t fall in that category, because I’ve been on regular treatment for so long. They have suggested oral supplements which I would need to buy myself, but the problem of malabsorption - so the supplements are unlikely to be of any benefit.”

Simon Stones

“Though I am not on any immunosuppressive medication, I have felt heightened awareness of the fact that I have an autoimmune disease and an overactive immune system in general. When I realized how serious the pandemic was, my anxiety spiked not only because of the reality that was to come but regarding how many people dismissed the repercussions of proper, careful social distancing or #stayinghome. I was lucky that I was able to communicate with my GI provider and get refills of medications I use during flares and on a regular basis without having a last-minute visit. I only leave my house for essential needs such as groceries (once per week max), prescriptions or to get out of the house to exercise so I can regroup physically and mentally.”

Rachael Whittemore

“As someone who is immunosuppressed, I have been experiencing heightened anxiety because of the pandemic. I have been fortunate to work from home and have the privilege of having family nearby that can transport my groceries to me, but that being said, I still feel the fear and frustration upon seeing the news every day and knowing that there are many people who are not taking this as seriously as I feel they should. I began isolating before the quarantine was in full swing, because of my compromised immune system, and have only been in public to go to the pharmacy drive-in (while wearing a mask of course!). I am trying to channel my anxiety into healthy outlets, such as my art, to avoid prompting a stress-induced flare. All I feel that I can do at this time is stay at home.”

Lucy Laube

“As someone with IBD who’s living in a developing country, the major challenges stem from the lack of robust health infrastructure. Thankfully, I’m not in a flare and neither am I on any medication. However, I do have an ileostomy which requires constant maintenance. I have been facing difficulties in acquiring bags and other components of my ostomy. Luckily, I was able to procure a small amount of these components before the lockdown, but at an inflated rate. I’m also having difficulties procuring basic things like cotton and micropore tape. This keeps me in a constant state of anxiety. I am constantly checking apps to see if I can get the essentials at reasonable rates. Additionally, there is no easy access to any form of basic healthcare in case of an emergency, and that makes me nervous.”

Nikhil Jayswal

“To already live in a body and in a life that inherently holds so much unknown and vulnerability when it comes to my health, and to have that sense of uncertainty that constantly exists within myself now amplified throughout the world, to have that unknown intensified to this extent, has brought even more challenges and emotions to the surface. It feels like the unpredictability that comes with living life with a chronic illness has multiplied tenfold. I am immunosuppressed, and the only time I have gone anywhere except for my house or my backyard was to get blood work taken to check on my levels. While every precaution was taken in doing so, and it is a privilege to have such access, it was still an anxiety-ridden experience. I am incredibly grateful that I am not currently flaring and that I have the ability to be in contact with my GI provider through telehealth services, but I think it’s important for people to realize that IBD doesn’t just “stop” or “slow down” during a pandemic.”

Rachel Straining

“As someone who is immmunocompromised due to the medications I am on, I am always cautious of when I go out and am in large groups of people. With the pandemic, this caution has increased tenfold. I am fortunate enough to be staying with my parents right now. They go grocery shopping so that I do not have to go to the stores. I limit the number of places I have to go. When I do go out, I wear masks and gloves. I come home and immediately put my clothes in the washer and take a shower. I sanitize everything that I buy. When I’ve had to go for my infusions, I have to go through multiple check points to ensure I do not have the virus. All of my doctor appointments have been virtual. Although my health is not perfect right now, I am thankful to not be flaring like I was at this point last year, as I was in the ER every couple weeks. While the rest of the world seems to want to jump into reopening, I get anxious thinking about the ramifications of opening too soon. I cannot control how anyone else responds to this and who follows quarantine and who does not. But I can continue to do my part and stay at home.”

Samantha Rzany

“When you live with a chronic illness, you’re often forced to make compromises for your health. You have to take on a second job as the captain of your health. Since the pandemic began, navigating the healthcare system has become more difficult and uncertain. Chaos is a part of any illness that remits and flares, but when chaos is the defining state of the global world, it can cause undue stress. Personally, I’ve had to postpone doctor’s appointments, and alter my treatment plan to cope with our new reality. It’s been difficult to choose not to participate in activities I enjoy doing, like socializing with friends, but I know that I have to make sacrifices to protect my health and the lives of others. While I cannot eliminate all risk, I am trying to minimize my stress and focus on what I can control. I am taking precautions, such as wearing a mask, and going out for only essential needs. The entire experience of the past few months has brought health to the forefront of the public’s attention. I am hopeful that it will improve the public discourse on chronic illness, and lead to more resources in the health sphere. After all, public health is a collaborative effort, and not an individualistic one.”

Grady Stewart

As someone who is immunocomproised, I carry around the stress of potential sickness anxiety with me. Before the pandemic, I have always been transparent with people in my life about my need for them to stay clear of me if they are not feeling well . This advocacy that I was working on getting good at is now amplified x3. My remicade appointments have carried on, first I couldn’t bring anyone now I am allowed to and it’s back to normal. I feel isolated and lonely but thankful for my roommates who keep me company and my cousin who drives me to the grocery store. For me, it has been a major trigger to have the topic of conversation constantly be of health and healthcare. My hope is that this will bring a new normal. That together we can collectively make workplaces schools etc more accessible for all and that there is now a general awareness and understanding for the immunocompromised community.

Amy Weider

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00-12 in 12 Months

This article is sponsored by Gali Health.

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By Samantha Rzany

Ulcerative colitis is described as, “a chronic, inflammatory bowel disease that causes inflammation in the digestive tract”. And while most of the symptoms associated with IBD take place in the gut, some of the hardest and often most shameful ones take place elsewhere in the body. While most people know about my struggles with IBD, very few know about the subsequent issues that accompany my disease.

I’m someone who was always fairly thin and had a pretty fast metabolism. I never really struggled with my views on my body and was always pretty comfortable with my weight. I had seen numerous friends struggle with eating disorders, and while I could sympathize with them, I never really understood how someone could just stop eating. But when I started getting sick, I quickly grew to learn all of the emotions and struggles associated with eating disorders. 

I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis on December 10, 2018, but my symptoms began long before then. Beginning around September of 2017, I began having severe stomach pains and found myself sick after nearly everything I ate. I started to try to adjust what I was eating in an attempt to see what it was that was causing such extreme pains. I saw numerous doctors who told me I was just stressed or that I had IBS and just needed to learn better management of my stress and emotions. I went to my first GI, who ran multiple tests that all came back negative. We started restricting types of foods like gluten and dairy to see if they were causing my symptoms. 

Because of the pain I was in and the limited foods I could eat, I was dropping weight pretty rapidly. I started hearing how “good” and “thin” and “healthy” I looked. People asked if I had started working out or what diet I was on. I was at my sickest, but to everyone else, I apparently looked my best. While test after test continued to come back negative and I continued to feel sicker and sicker, my weight also continued to drop. I found a sense of control in being able to choose whether or not to eat each day. People’s comments about how “good” I looked started to get to my head. I began to restrict my eating far beyond what was medically necessary to control my symptoms. 

I soon found myself to be the weight that I was when I was 13 and in 7th grade. I was shopping in the children’s section of stores and buying XS and 00 sizes in women’s. People told me I must be incredibly fit and in shape because they could see my abs, but in reality I was just so thin, that there wasn’t anything else there.

I continued getting tested for different illnesses and diseases, and the results kept coming back negative. I was angry, I was in pain, and I needed to control something in my life when everything else seemed so uncontrollable. By April of 2018, I was sickly thin. I finally admitted to myself that I needed help. I sought out a therapist that specialized in eating disorders. I worked extensively with her throughout the course of the summer. When school started back up in the fall of 2018, I was back to my normal weight and mentally doing much better. I had found a good medication that helped with my anxiety and depression and felt much more like myself. 

While my mental health was in a much better place, my physical health was still struggling. Around November, it began to plummet and, what I know now to be my IBD symptoms, got much worse. In December, I called my GI explaining my worsening symptoms and we scheduled a colonoscopy for the next week. 

The next few months after my diagnosis, I continued to get sicker. I was very limited in what I could eat, but I continued working with my therapist and we made sure I wasn’t restricting myself beyond what I needed to do for my IBD. Fast forward to March of 2019 when I was in and out of the ER multiple times a month. I was put on Prednisone for what I was told was going to be “just a couple weeks”. The prescribing doctor warned me of possible weight gain, but said that since I would only be on it for a few weeks, the 5 pounds would fall right back off. 

He was wrong. 

I was on Prednisone from March until August of 2019. And in the first two months on the medication, I gained 47 pounds. As someone recovering from an eating disorder, this was indescribably difficult for me. I found myself needing to shop in stores I had never been in before. I was wearing sizes I had been able to practically swim in just a short year ago. I went from roughly a size 2 or 4 to a size 12 in just a couple months. I had stretch marks. I had cellulite. And I was much heavier than I had ever been in my entire life. 

Over the course of the summer, I struggled hard. I found myself wanting to restrict what I ate in an attempt to lose some of the weight I was gaining from the medication. But I remained strong. I reminded myself of how much I had overcome in the past year. I reminded myself that the weight gain due to the medication was far beyond anything I could control and that restricting what I was eating wouldn’t help. I reminded myself that I was still the same strong and resilient person whether I was a size 00 or a size 12. 

When I was finally able to get off of the Prednisone and my IBD was in remission, I decided to get a tattoo to be a constant reminder of my strength. In a time when I could have so easily gone back to old habits and had every reason to feel self-conscious, I remained strong and held to the mindset I had worked so hard to get. I got a tattoo of the National Eating Disorder Awareness logo on the back of my arm as a reminder to me of how much I went through and overcame in just one short year. 

Nine months later, I have still not lost all the weight that I gained on Prednisone. It is still hard for me to look back at pictures of my normal and healthy self and wish I could look like that again. I have a bin stored away of the larger clothing I had to buy while on Prednisone in case I have to go on it again. It’s easy to look back at my life before my diagnosis and before I started getting sick and wish to go back to that time of my life. But when I look at everything I have gone through since then and everything I have worked so hard to overcome, I can’t help but be proud of the progress I have made.

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New Year's Resolutions from a Fellow Crohnie

By Erin Ard

Living a life with inflammatory bowel disease is in one word, unpredictable. For Crohn's disease, you pretty much do what you can to control the inflammation in your body by controlling your food intake and working with your gastroenterologist on what treatment methods to use. Not to mention, dealing with any other additional complications or side effects. I was diagnosed with Crohn's disease 10 years ago now and I've learned a lot about strength, resiliency, and the imperfection of the human body. Since my diagnosis, I've learned a lot about my body and my disease including how to accept all of its flaws. But because reality tells me I will deal with this disease for the rest of my life, my journey with Crohn’s is not over yet so there is still so much more to learn.

My journey with Crohn's started back in high school and honestly, I had no idea what would be in store for me. When I was finally sent to see a specialist, we would drive over an hour to my gastroenterology appointments. I started out taking mercaptopurine to suppress my immune system but quickly advanced to Remicade as a long-term treatment. On Remicade, I finally felt like myself again – at least a version of myself with additional manifestations of my Crohn's. The joint pain and short-lived fevers still persist, even today. It has been 8 years since I started on Remicade and a lot has happened over those years. I finished high school, moved away from home, and started college at the University of Wisconsin - Madison. Since starting college I've learned a lot more about myself as an individual and how Crohn's affects my life as a whole. In fact, it has changed since I was diagnosed and achieved remission the first time around.

I moved through the years mostly symptom-free. With only the rare stomach ache, but still able to maintain your daily routines. I knew precisely how my daily life would change if my disease was active. I valued the time I had thinking I could eat what I wanted without repercussion or go on a long run without my joint pain forcing me to limp the remaining distance. When your Crohn's is in remission, you have the freedom to eat delicious - maybe not so Crohn's-compliant - foods. You may even plan travel trips into your year with minimized anxiety of having an episode. I had the freedom to do all of these things! Since 2019 started, I tackled my vision board ideas by cooking more from scratch, trying out healthy recipes in my Insta Pot, and booking my first flight on a plane! Followed by several more flights to exciting new locations I hadn’t dreamed of experiencing because of the travel-anxiety instilled by my Crohn’s. For a woman in her early 20s with Crohn’s disease, I was crushing it! Then a few reality checks later, the unpredictability of IBD set in and I learned an important lesson. That no matter how far into remission you've gotten, odds are you might flare-up again in the future.

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This sad truth is where I found myself recently. For the last few months, I've felt pretty off. I was getting more frequent belly pains, indigestion, irregular bowel movements, and my joints were starting to bother me more. I had originally attributed all of my symptoms to not eating well, which was a naïve thing to believe.. In retrospect, I had been struggling to stay in remission for the past couple of years. With the way that Remicade infusions worked over my 8 week time period, I would started getting symptoms again around week 7. That last week was a familiar struggle which included neglecting some of my responsibilities at school. I would end up skipping a class here or calling into work there - each pretty understandable given the circumstances but I still regretted having to do. About a year ago I went in for another colonoscopy (my third so far) because of these recurring symptoms and because my last one was towards the beginning of my diagnosis. The results didn't come back perfect, of course. They found some inflammation in my distal colon and the opening to my small intestine, which would explain my irregularity, stomach pain, and indigestion. I was told my gastroenterologist would be in touch to discuss what my next steps would be. After that visit, everything concerning my disease went on hold for awhile. In other words, life happened. My obligations for school and work started to take over my free time. Being the Crohnie I am, my limited will power from the fatigue would have me put the small tasks off until the following day. Meaning my health was put on a back-burner because they would always be put off until the “next day.” I was still receiving infusions every 8 weeks and conquering through my days, so I didn’t jeopardize my self-efficacy. I felt able to accomplish whatever I set my mind on. Eventually I started to wonder what my prognosis would turn into if I continued living this way. So I finally scheduled that appointment, this time with the gastroenterologist that performed my last colonoscopy.

Since I've started this fellowship with #CCYAN - the Crohn's and Colitis Young Adults Network, I've read so much about other people's experience and learned the expansive symptomology of inflammatory bowel disease in other bodies. Since the start of the year I realized how crucial it is to maintain your disease to prevent complications or necessary surgery in the future. Heading into the new year, my new outlook will be focused on achieving remission and maintaining a healthy body, any way I can. Let me share with you what my Crohn’s-related New Year’s resolutions are for 2020..

Learn to accept the unpredictable.

The first resolution I’d like to explore more is in how I think. Because Crohn’s can be so unpredictable, accepting this as a fact of the disease may help uncontrollable events feel less traumatizing. When you can learn to seek solutions or simply see the positive rather drowning in the self pity, loathing, disgust or whatever you might feel, you will feel a bit more at ease. It takes so much energy worrying about what "could" happen in the future. Like what "might" happen if you venture away from the privacy of your home and go to the movies today. Or "if" you might have the urge to go on an airplane while the bathroom is busy. Or "if" you don't make it to the toilet on time. Events like these are bound to happen and throw you for a loop if you aren't prepared. I should clarify that learning to how to accept and not worry about the future doesn't necessarily mean you shouldn't prepare for anything and everything. Because the first thing we all learn with IBD is that preparation is key to surviving any traumatic bathroom incident!

To take initiative when it comes to my well-being and body's health.

The second resolution involves how take action when Crohn’s is clearly affecting my body. My bad habits of binge-eating sugary treats or ordering high-fat take-out when I’m not feeling well starts to become routine when I don’t take responsibility for some of the fall out. I’d like to learn how to better take initiative to prevent consequences or make the most of my recovery. This means staying in close contact with my gastroenterologist about any trouble I’m having, not eating foods I know will quarantine me in the bathroom the next day, and keeping track of my symptoms, as tedious as that might be.

Recently I received not-so-great news from my gastroenterologist and it felt like my world was collapsing. After I took a calprotectin test which showed an adequate amount of inflammation, she told me that my Crohn's was flaring up again. It took me a bit to realize that what I was experiencing was actually long-lived. I had started getting symptoms months prior and it took me too long to get back on track. Something simple that could have helped me notice something sooner would have been a food log, which unfortunately, I don't have a lot of experience in carrying out. However, I do see their value and hope that this next year I can explore this path and hone in on what my exact food triggers are and how my body changes throughout the year. If you are now interested in doing the same, see this article on How to Use a Food Diary to Help Manage Crohn’s Symptoms and Flares from Everyday Health. I might not go as far as weighing my food, but at least I will get an idea of what food leads to which symptom.

My disease will change as much as I do.

This is one thing I needed to accept my disease started to flare up again. I was caught up in the idea that I had achieved remission and that everything would stay relatively constant. I just couldn’t see myself going through what I had in high school again, when my Crohn’s had surfaced. Since then it’s been a constant flow and I tried to push any thought that the disease would hold me back aside - which was an advantage for the time-being. However, this also kept me from growing because I just shut everything out. I wasn’t able to harness the power of vulnerability in having an illness to accept myself as I am and love my body.

After spending the last 8+ years in remission, with only some minor episodes, finding out my disease was flaring up again came as a shock to me. I've noticed that I'm the type of person who is apprehensive around big life changes. I like how things are going, I am comfortable with how everything is, and if I have to suffer through it a little, I am fine with that. However, this kind of mindset wouldn't suffice anymore and I've been realizing that more and more every day. My doctor and I have been working hard to put my disease back into remission. I'm trying some new medication out and taking everything new in day by day. IBD is so specific to every person, so how it presents itself or progresses is going to look different in all of us. And as all of us grow into young adults and beyond, our disease will change over time as well. For the better, or not so much.

My body will do some weird things, just learn to go with it.

You would think having to deal with gut pain would be enough, but there are so many other things that can factor in! The most common list of symptoms for Crohn's disease include abdominal pain, diarrhea, and fatigue. But the lesser known, indirectly related symptoms should also include weird noises, smells, urgency and accidents. Your gut will make loud gas-y noises while it’s quiet in the office. You will have to take frequent, unexpected breaks when the urgency gets the better of you. And the unfortunate reality is that sometimes, you won't make it to the bathroom in time.

The most healing part of my being more vulnerable this past year, was accepting these symptoms as they were instead of trying to control them. Because when I’d try to control them, I would get gut upset, constipation, or even more uncomfortable. I eventually started to tell people that yes, I have had accidents in the past and brushed this confession off like it was normal. Humor always goes a long way in these situations. Because of the healing I’ve already had, I want to pursue this resolution in 2020 as well to see my body’s flaws in a new light.

My hope is that you will find some inspiration to create your own list of resolutions for yourself. Whether they are similar to mine or completely different! Join me in making a resolution list for yourself this year and we can both actively improve our life with IBD together!

Starting a Healthy Relationship with Food

By Erin Ard

What should I eat during a flare-up? What should I eat to stay trim? What should I eat to be healthy? What even CAN I eat? Every day I'm plagued with these questions. Even more aggravating, none of which have an easy, clear-cut answer. But having had experience fumbling over meal-planning and studying nutrition, I've learned how to better navigate my eating habits.

Planning and preparing healthy meals for yourself can be an exhausting, time-consuming, and sometimes expensive, process - especially for college students. Now if you throw in food allergies, intolerance, or chronic illness this process can get MORE complicated! Having inflammatory bowel disease (IBD), myself, I know how challenging it is to eat healthy within your own food restrictions; especially if you don't have a good understanding of nutrition, gastrointestinal disease, or what your restrictions are! My disease has been in remission for several years now, so my food limitations aren't as strict as someone having a flare-up, and I still have trouble. For those who are new to the game, IBD is a class of autoimmune diseases that causes inflammation along the GI tract when the disease is active, and can hinder nutrient absorption. With Crohn's disease, a common form of IBD, there is no specific diet to follow to control symptoms. This is probably the most annoying thing you've read today, but I better let you know now.. According to the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics, we only know of foods to avoid - foods like dairy, high fiber grains, alcohol and certain spices, since these tend to aggravate an inflamed bowel.

Being the nutrition major I am, I get to learn about the Dietary Guidelines for Americans (DGAs). These are a great resource for curious readers wanting to eat healthy and live an active lifestyle. They lay out simple and easy recommendations to help prevent chronic illness, e.g. diabetes or obesity. These illnesses have become more and more prominent in the U.S. and have direct ties with diet. But what about the many other nutrition-related diseases with not-so straightforward ties? Unfortunately, the DGAs aren't designed for all bodies. The research used to develop the recommendations use “healthy” test subjects, of course, not those with chronic illness already. If you have a chronic illness, you’ll need to take extra care to find your ideal, health promoting diet. Better start doing some research yourself or see a registered dietitian! Or try out this idea you've probably never heard before, a food diary! …

Taking extra care in regards to your diet is especially important with IBD. In Crohn's disease specifically, inflammation along the digestive tract can cause nutrient deficiency. Inflammation hinders absorption of important nutrients, vitamins, and minerals; putting you at a higher risk of malnutrition than your healthy roommate. Eating the right nutrient-rich foods and eating enough of these foods can make-or-break living healthy with IBD. All of this in mind, the DGAs are still an easy “go-to” to help you learn about what makes up a balanced meal and why. In the rest of this article, I want to help you navigate the DGAs and share my own troubles with forming healthy eating habits.

Navigating the Dietary Guidelines for Americans with IBD

When comparing the DGAs and what is good or bad for a person with the common IBD form of Crohn’s disease, there are a few noteworthy similarities. For instance, limiting saturated or trans fats, simple or added sugars, sodium and alcohol are wise choices for everyone. They also seem to focus on getting a variety of vegetable and protein choices, emphasize fiber, and recommend lower fat options for dairy. Here you need to be careful. As noted before, certain sources of fiber can hurt a person with active disease. In other cases, fiber can be very beneficial for a person with Crohn’s to add fecal bulk, when the disease is in remission (i.e. under control or without symptoms). It's important for you to understand what foods are necessary for a well-balanced diet and what foods impact your disease management. The DGAs give a great outline, but your personal nutrition plan should have the final say in deciding what to make for dinner.

Dietary Guidelines for Americans 2015-2020

1. Follow a healthy eating pattern across the lifespan.

2. Focus on variety, nutrient density, and amount.

3. Limit calories from added sugars and saturated fats and reduce sodium intake.

4. Shift to healthier food and beverage choices.

5. Support healthy eating patterns for all.

My Relationship with Food

All of this information I have outlined is great and all, but I haven't touched on the emotional aspects of eating yet. Eating is heavily tied to the emotions I experience in a day. My mind bounces back and forth so much in a day when I think about food, eating, how I feel, how my gut feels, how much time I have before my next class, and whether I even have the energy to fix a meal up.

I eat when I’m sad and eat when I'm happy. I'll make a great meal to celebrate an accomplishment or make comfort food if my gut hurts. If I have an important event to attend, I will forego eating entirely to prevent symptoms. If I’m sad or stressed enough, I will also not eat, and wallow in my own pity. It’s confusing and raw, and I don’t understand my eating habits most of the time. Like I said, eating is a heavily influenced by my emotions, so how I feel about my Crohn's or about myself will impact what and if I eat anything. Unfortunately, I've discovered that a majority of emotions I experience will have me make bad decisions about food. But pausing to understand why I make these decisions and what fuels these emotions, has helped me to better understand myself. All of this aside, I love making food.

Striving for Progress

I used to have so many misconceptions about food. The biggest misconception I had to overcome was what I needed to eat to be healthy and what I should eat to look good. As a teen and throughout college, I was more absorbed in looking good, being thin, and keeping belly small. Not maximizing my nutrient intake by eating whole foods and managing my disease resurgence.

I used to be influenced by fads and testimonials - "stay away from dairy for clear skin", "stay away from breads and pasta and sugars to shrink your belly", etc. Everything affected me. Every headline I saw or piece of information I was told. Any advice I was given. Everything I interacted with tried to influence my thoughts, opinions, actions, and lifestyle. Here I thought I was being educated. I never realized I was depriving myself more than helping.

What I’ve been learning is that nutrition is not black and white. The world will try to convince you that there are foods you should not eat for X and foods you absolutely need for Y health benefits. Sadly, this isn’t true. There isn’t one perfect diet plan out there for everyone or for XYZ benefits. Nutrition is much more complicated than that.

With all of this in mind, I would say that right now, I have the healthiest relationship with food I've had in a long time. Studying nutrition was a major player, but I also must give credit to being mindful every day. Being mindful of my cravings and urges has helped me stay away from flare-triggering foods. And I make progress each day deconstructing any false beliefs on what I see as a "healthy" food for me.

My message to you is to educate yourself, learn about food, learn what foods you tolerate, and strive for a healthy relationship with food.

Doing the imPOSSIBLE while living with IBD

By Andi Nowakowski

Limitations and sacrifice are an unfortunate aspect of living with a chronic condition, which is why I was very excited when, this summer, I was able to take part in an activity I’ve been wanting to do for a long time; I donated blood.

It may not sound like much, but between the numerous immunosuppressants I take on a daily basis, my Crohn’s disease diagnosis and all the issues that are in tandem with IBD, I didn’t know if this was a donation I would ever be able to make. Even so, when the company I was interning with over the summer announced it was hosting a blood drive, I decided to do some research and was surprised to find that I would likely be able to contribute!

Whew! This experience was a rewarding mix of anxiety and exhilaration. The day of the blood drive arrived, and I was asked to fill out a survey that included questions about my age, weight, specific medication use, surgeries, etc. They checked my vitals and iron levels and deduced that I was a good candidate to donate. The only thing left to do was sit down and give over some of my life-saving bodily fluids-- an accomplishment I have been dreaming about for years. 

The nurse warned me to look away as she was about to place the needle, advice that, as a professional patient, I flippantly dismissed. Being an IBD patient, I am used to being poked and prodded with needles. Let me tell ya, that needle was MUCH larger than I anticipated. A word to the wise, if you have a fear of needles, you may want to keep your eyes averted at all costs should you decide to donate. In the end, it took about 15 minutes. They took a pint of blood while I sat in a reclining chair and enjoyed a well-earned snack. I was shocked at the amount of blood they drained out of me. Turns out, the average person has about 10-12 pints of blood in circulation but only needs about 8 to function normally. Honestly, though, I was really proud of myself for taking on this challenge and pushing my own limits.

Donating blood is a thankless, but worthwhile task. The person who will ultimately end up receiving your blood will never know who you are, but it is a life-saving and meaningful endeavor. For many, donating blood is a routine measure and most people probably don’t think twice about it, but for me, it was a way of giving back a little bit of good to the world. It was my way of saying, “Screw you Crohn’s.” It was my silent triumph against IBD and the limitations that come with it. The goal of this article is not to persuade you to go out and donate blood. I will say that it was physically challenging for me to do so. That being said, I do hope to inspire you to push yourself and seek out the endless possibilities that this world has to offer. Be patient with yourself and your condition, but don’t let IBD stop you from pursuing your dreams. Allow your experiences to strengthen your resolve and keep challenging yourself to experience all that you can. 

As one of our founders, the late Cory Lane, used to say, “live each day like an adventure.”

Andi