Hi everyone -
I really appreciate all the stories and support on this site. I don’t post too much…I’m kind of a quiet one, but I relate so much to the frustration, the labeling, etc…
Here’s a quick rundown of my situation, and if anyone has any ideas to help, I would be open to listen. I was misdiagnosed for 7-8 years- horrible back pain, vomiting, nausea (you all know the story LOL) It all started when I got what they thought was viral meningitis and then a kidney infection (these diagnosis’ are all suspect in my mind) I remember the infectious disease doc asking me if I was a drinker (no) because my symptoms fit pancreatitis, but nothing else was right (!) and the diagnostic test was “so dangerous, so very dangerous” it was too much to risk for a woman without any other risk factor.
Meanwhile, I literally wasted away…I lost more than 50 pounds, was told by 2 doctors I needed psychiatric help, not GI help (really…can you fake elevated liver enzymes??)
To shorten the story, I wound up with a local GI who treated me, sort of. He would try different things, and say “we’ll give this a couple of months, and if this doesn’t work, then…” Or, my favorite, “You can’t lose any more weight. If this continues, we will have to do something. I am very concerned. You can’t expect to live if you can’t stop losing weight. Drink a protein shake.”
In spite of all my efforts (ice cream, Ensure, anything I could keep down LOL which wasn’t much) I continued to lose weight - 3-4 lbs per month! I was terrified, but every visit I would get the same speech. My family was frustrated, waiting for someone to do something…I went from a size 22 to a size 8P (loose!) All this, while frequently being hospitalized for dehydration, and intermittantly being subjected to what felt like random tests…liver biopsies, gallbladder tests, upper & lower gi, gallbladder removal. I know, lets blame it on the ovaries…no, lets not. Lets take out the appendix…oops, the ovaries ruptured, bad news. Sorry about the peritonitis. Your bad luck.
All of these things, and still no answer to the constant vomiting and back pain. So, I FINALLY marched MYSELF to Indiana University Hospital to a specialist GI, and Hallelujah!
Within 30 minutes of LISTENING to my history and symptoms, this wonderful man asked the magic question…“Has anyone mentioned Pancreatitis to you?” I wept with relief that I was not crazy. My brother died at the age of 26 from an untreated pancreatic cyst - a fact I had informed every single dr that saw me…Every one of them said “No connection - ever.”
To make a long story short, I wound up with an ERCP that confirmed a diagnosis of Pancreatitis, with ductal abnormalities. I was treated well by this doc for a year, then he moved away.
The doc that replaced him at IU was, in a word, a jerk. He said rehydration by IV during a flare up was like depending on candy for nutrition and went against 3 ER docs recommendations to admit, and refused to admit me during a flare up for rehydration and pain control. He told me over the phone that I would have this disease for the rest of my life (like I don’t know THAT) and that I would just have to learn to deal with pain. Needless to say, I tried to switch physicians, but because I had confronted him about his antiquated attitude during our phone conversation, he would not “sign off” on a switch to another physician for my care.
Frustrated, depressed, angry…and anything else you can think of, I just walked away from there, feeling like there wasn’t anyone, anywhere, who would ever be able to help me.
My PCP was pretty supportive, he prescribed my pain meds, so I limped along for almost 2 years. I needed a specialty med again (Sandostatin) so I went back to the incompetent GI just to get that.
THEN, my PCP gets sick- really sick - and has to take a leave for over a year. His office partner has a HUGE bias against folks who take pain meds…I wind up admitted for a flair up…the idiot GI says to him (because he is really an IDIOT) “I don’t think she really has pancreatitis” So, now…I am at the mercy of a PCP and a GI who don’t believe my diagnosis.
So, the fill-in guy talks to my regular guy once he gets back, and my regular guy, who I always trusted, is now saying “Hmmmmm.”
I WANT TO SCREAM!
I, as a coincindence, was invited to participate in a study at IU by the doc (one I couldn’t get into before) that did my ERCP - Evan Fogel…(the study was about secretin-weighted MRCP’s) anyway, his assistants and I got to visiting, and my story sort of came out, and they were APPALLED at how I was treated. (a good sign) They got me copies of my records to show my PCP…and one of them even investigated to verify that I had the RIGHT to see whichever dr I chose within the IU system.
So, I see this guy on Tuesday. Here is my question, FINALLY. Do I make a big deal with him about the way I was treated, or just focus on what I expect from here on out? I don’t want to appear hysterical or demanding…I am actually quite the opposite…they will only hear from me when there is real trouble.
What are everyone’s thoughts?
I know I should have fought it a long time ago, when it first happened, but we are never so tired, so exhausted, and therefor LESS able to defend ourselves against such treatment than when we are so sick. Just making it thru the day takes so much…when it was past, I just wanted to move on, not believing my voice could make a difference against such a huge system.
Anyse, I am proud of you for standing up to be heard. You are a person of real courage.
Thanks everyone, for all your strength.
Sorry this was so long!
Susan in Indiana