Henry, thanks for your caring words. It does always makes me feel
better to let things out. Are you sure your up to this? It may take
you awhile..............
Heres my story, I'm 41 and at the age of 30 I had twin girls. You
see, I'm only 5 feet tall (Amy, my 13 y/o will dispute that, only
because she is taller than me now and tells me I'm actually shorter).
After their birth I had alot of belly problems. I had a hysterectomy
when they were 3 months old, my thyroid went bad at 5 months, I broke
my ankle & had to have surgury at 6 months (nothing to do with my
belly, but just wanted to let you see everything that went wrong.)
On their 1st birthday my white count was sky-high, so I had my
appendix removed, which was normal. At 1 1/2 they took my gall-
bladder, no stones, pretty much normal. And right before their 3rd
birthday my docs here sent me to Ohio State. 5 days before they
turned 3 I had my 2nd ERCP done, after "poking around about 7 mins" I
had a serious attack of pancreatitis. Had to be given a transfusion,
was bleeding inside my pancreas, was put on TPN, and developed a
pseud-cyst in the tail of my pancreas. Didn't leave the hospital for
6 weeks. And then for the next 2 years was in the hospital at Ohio
State at least once a month. I was having those terribly-awful nerve
blocks, celaix plexas (wow, really butchered those words, but you get
the picture) and my doc came from IU and called Dr. Lehman on a
Wednesday, and Dr. Lehman saw me on that same Friday. At that time
he wanted me to try the sandostatin injections. I did, didn't help.
That was Aug. 95 - in Oct. 95, I was scared to death, but I let Dr.
Lehman do another ERCP, his 1st on me, he did the cutting of both
ducts, leaving stents and I had a small flair-up and was left at IU
for 4 days, alone while my family was in Ohio. I did fairly well for
the next 5 years, had a few pretty severe attacks, but was only
hospitalized 3 times. Then, last December, it all fell apart.
Started having severe flair-ups, was hospitalized twice in Dec. 99,
went back to IU, and last Jan. Dr. Lehman did another ERCP, cutting
the ducts as far as he could, left in stents. I wasn't so lucky this
time, I have been doing awful. Last March, I started TPN at home,
and after just 3 weeks the groshong got infected, I had 2 blood
infections, and the infection settled outside my right lung, and they
had to do a chest tube - IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BACK!- And I also had my
first bout of pnemonia. I went in with a 104.6 fever, it didn't
break for 2 l/2 weeks. They had to give me 2 units of blood, but they
think it was because of the pouch of fluid outside my lung. I was
sent home after 3 weeks of IV antibiotics, they did move the groshong
from the right to the left side of my chest, and the day before they
sent me home I had a PICC line put in - After, 2 days, 6 hours and 2
radiologist later, they had a hard time getting it in. I did 3 more
weeks of IV antibiotics at home, then 6 more weeks of oral
antibiotics. I literally lost alot of my hair over the summer!! I
still was doing very bad, so in Sept. they put in another PICC line
and I was on TPN for 6 1/2 weeks. I gained over 20 lbs!! It was
stopped the week before Thanksgiving, and then two weeks before
Christmas I was back in the hospital for 8 days with a 104.3 fever,
pnemonia in my left lung, the base of my right lung is now collapsed
because the infection was so severe in it. Now, I have never smoked
in my life, and the lung specialist came in, and the first thing he
ask me was if I had been smoking in there (meaning the hospital
room). I was so mad!! And I also get really mad when I'm ask if I
am a heavy drinker. I have been known to drink, back in the day when
I was playing softball, but they was over 14 years ago, before I had
my 1st daughter. This is really sad, but now when I go to the ER
here in my mid-size home town, most of the doctors know me. I guess
thats a good thing? I'm not sure.
So, there it is. My story. Sorry it is so long. I hope you don't
get bored with it. And the thing that makes me the saddest about
this whole ordeal, I have been sick for the twins entire lives. And
I missed their 1st & 3rd birthdays. Of course, now they are 11,and
don't remember, but I sure do.
Henry, thanks for being my friend, and reading my story. It does
feel good to let it all out every once in awhile. And I promise to
keep quiet, at least the rest of the weekend, lol.
Lots of hugs, Linda (from Ohio)