The One That Got Away

"But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen and protect you from the evil one."-2nd Thessalonians 3:3 

 

 

 

March 2012

 

 

It was incredible how different a person could feel with a cleaned out colon! It took six days and four bottles of magnesium citrate, but I felt so much better! By March 1, my stomach felt remarkably better, and by March 2 my abdominal pain had gone from a level eight to a level two! I was extremely worried that the nausea level would shoot back up so if I felt good after a meal, I ate that exact same meal. I mean the exact same meal...down to the exact same brand of peach jelly! I don't know how many peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, and applesauce or yogurt lunches I ate, but I never grew sick of it because it never made me sick. The only thing I would eat for breakfast was a gluten-free cereal (Nature Valley's Crunchy Vanilla Sunrise, for all you gluten-free people out there!) and Naked Blue Machine juice, because it had the most fiber. I did not want to be constipated ever again! I also started taking a daily probiotic after watching a program on TV about how probiotics help the digestive track. My mom and I made fun of Dr. Satan and what his reaction would be if we told him about the probiotic. I had more energy, and I was much happier than I had recently been.  

 My sweet grandparents sent me a check for $50 ("Cold Cash for a Clean Colon" as we called it) because they were very sympathetic about everything that I had been through.

I had a follow up appointment with my pediatrician, Dr. S., on March 6. Both Nurse T. and Dr. S. were beyond thrilled that I was feeling better. My nausea was at a level one, and the abdominal pain wasn't really pain anymore... it felt more achy. Dr. S. said that the achy bowels were probably due to the stress on my colon. I desperately did not want to go through with the eating disorder assessment, but Dr. S. said that I should still do it as an insurance policy. Dr. S. was 100% on my side. He thought Dr. Satan was embarrassed for missing a huge constipation problem--since he is a GI doctor. All of the reports from my countless appointments with Dr. S. had been sent to Dr. Satan. This time, however, Dr. S. shook his head and said, "I don't think we'll send this report to Iowa City. We would hate to pester him." It made me sad to think of how rude Dr. Satan had most likely been to my beloved pediatrician. Dr. S. gave me a few example questions that my psychiatrist would probably ask, and he was also more than okay with rescheduling my next appointment in Iowa City. The appointment was set for March 12, but I was feeling so great it seemed pointless to drive all the way up there. Plus, I did not want to be anywhere in the same vicinity as that worthless excuse for a doctor, man, and human. I knew I would not be able to look him in the eyes after the hell he made my parents and I go through. I also didn't exactly trust myself. My tears and pain had been turned to rage--rage that I had never experienced before and rage that almost scared myself. My mom e-mailed Dr. Satan telling him that we wanted to reschedule to March 12 appointment to a later date. Dr. Satan replied with an ominous: "let me know when you want to come." Usually a response from him would send me into a hysterical fit that ruined the whole day, but I could smell triumph in the air. If I could pass the eating disorder assessment (and why wouldn't I?!), I would be the victor. It turns out that my mom didn't actually reschedule the appointment to a later date...she cancelled it! I held no future appointment at the University of Iowa hospital!

 The eating disorder assessment was on March 8 with Dr. K., a psychiatrist who specialized in eating disorders. I was so nervous. I  prayed that God would give me the right words to say. I was worried Dr. K. would ask really in-depth questions, and I would come up empty. Dr. K. was a tall skinny guy who led me down a long hallway into his office. As soon as I saw the stereotypical comfy red couch, I wanted to run in the opposite direction. Instead, I tried to appear relaxed and happy. My mom and I told Dr. K. the entire story, now up to 19 months. Mono, c.diff, celiac disease, gall bladder removed, and colonic constipation. Dr. K. was clearly confused about why a doctor a referred me. He said that most eating disorder patients (or their parents) saw the need for help and contacted him. We tried not to sound too victimized by Dr. Satan as we explained the very complicated situation. Dr. K. asked me lots of questions, but nothing in-depth that Dr. S. and I had practiced. He asked me what my hobbies were, if I ever used drugs, or if I ever drank alcohol. I gave him a long list of my hobbies and answered "no" to drugs and alcohol. Had I ever been abused? No. Did I constantly feel nervous, stressed out, unmotivated, hopeless, helpless, or anxious? No. Did I think I had an eating disorder? Heck no. Did I ever cry excessively? No. Did I ever hear voices in my head or see hallucinations? Goodness no! After asking me these questions, Dr. K. said that "everything goes back to the medical problem." After filling out release forms for Dr. K. to send to Dr. S. and Dr. Satan, we left.
 I was free. I had proven a University of Iowa doctor wrong. I felt immensely overwhelmed as I left Dr. K.'s office. This was the moment that I had been waiting for ever since that first e-mail from Dr. Satan accusing me of having an eating disorder, and now it had arrived. I had crushed the serpent's head beneath my heel. He had bitten my ankle, but I applied more pressure. I been knocked to the ground so many times, but with the help of God, my family, and medical staff who actually cared about me, I was able to find the strength to get back up.  I found myself feeling a mix of feelings: relief, gratefulness to Dr. S. and Dr. K., sadness that I had to go through the whole ordeal in the first place. On the way home, my mom mentioned that she was going to e-mail Dr. Satan telling him that I did not have an eating disorder, and Dr. K. would be sending him the report. I was so ready to be done with Dr. Satan and his e-mails that I was against his idea. I tried to convince my mom to let Dr. K. bother him, instead of us.

"Well, he has bothered me." My mom replied in a tone that was so like my grandma's.

E-mailing Dr. Satan was my sweet and angelic mother's way of getting revenge! I was so proud of her! My mom had battled Dr. Satan just as much as I had, and she had fought well and bravely. The e-mail was sent to Dr. Satan, but he never replied. I knew he wouldn't, but it took several weeks until I could check the e-mails without fear causing me to shake and my heart to race. The pain on my left side of my abdomen was completely gone, and there was just a tiny bit of discomfort on the right side of my abdomen. It looked like things had finally turned around for me: I felt nearly 100% better after 19 months of chronic illness, I was able to perform in the home school play, and I would never have to read another e-mail from Dr. Satan again. In the aftermath, I had raging thoughts of revenge against Dr. Satan. Even though we were finished with him, I still felt like he was holding me in his clutches. It took months for me to finally feel free, and even now as I write this blog two years later, I still have my moments of sadness, pain, anger, vengeance, and fear because of him. One thing that has given me a lot of comfort is a Bible verse from Romans 12:19: "Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath. For it is written, 'it is Mine to avenge; I will repay' says the Lord."

My mom often told me that "God will take care of people like him". I don't know God's plans (sometimes I really wish I did), but I do know that God's word is always true.

Two popular songs often heard on pop radio stations have also really helped me put my experiences with Dr. Satan behind me and have helped me feel triumph instead of victimized. They are "Titanium" by David Guetta and "Roar" by Katy Perry. I won't dissect every lyric, but hopefully after reading my story you will be able to see why the lyrics in bold stick out to me

 

"Titanium"

You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized
But all your bullets ricochet
Shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

[Chorus:]
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium

 Cut me down
But it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud not saying much

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

[Chorus]

 Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard as bulletproof glass

[Chorus]
 

 

"Roar"

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready 'cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

[Chorus x2]

*I would like to dedicate this post to all of the children and families that have had to experience Dr. Satan. I titled this post "The One That Got Away" because I fear that too many children are still in the clutches of Dr. Satan. It completely terrifies me to think of what would have happened if Dr. Satan continued to be my GI doctor. I know of families (including my own) who went to Dr. Satan looking for an answer, and they got a problem that was way worse than the reason they went to him in the first place. God blessed me, picked me up, and carried me away from him, and my prayers are with those who are still fighting.* 

 

TO BE CONTINUED......