This Is How I Came To Know About Adhesions

As I lie on the couch this cold winter morning thinking about what to blog I remember how my journey with adhesions began.

It was over 20 years ago when I complained to my physician of severe abdominal pain after numerous test & hospitalization the physicians still missed that my appendix was infected & was on the verge of rupturing. By the time the physicians realized it was my appendix a massive infection (peritonitis) had infiltrated my abdominal cavity resulting in emergency surgery.

During recuperating from the surgery I complained to my physcians of severe abdominal pain, chills, malaise sypmtoms. I was told over & over that these symptoms were because my body had gone through so much that it needed time to heal. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years & still I had these same symptoms. I then began having "female" problems which led to multiple surgeries for ruptured ovarian cysts, fibroid tumors, endometriosis, hysterectomy.

It was not until approximately surgery #7 that I was told I had adhesions but not to worry because the adhesions could be excised & all the pain would go away!

This was not true! The adhesions starting having a life of their own attaching to multiple organs causing immense pain. I went from being admitted to the hospital for surgery from every two years to every six months to monthly sometimes weekly!

The medical treatment I began to receive starting changing. Now, I noticed certain physicians who had cared for me for years were basically dismissing my complaints because imaging tests (ct scans, mri, xrays) did not show any abnormalities. Although I was in severe pain lab work & imaging tests were normal; how could this be? There were times during what I would call "flare ups" I felt my inners were tearing & ripping apart! I would be in the fetal position unable to speak beause of the pain the only relief came from a morphine injection!

The symptoms were debililtating I had become unable to work & slowly losing long term friendships. There were even family members that were doubtful I was suffering. It was as if I was alone not even medical professionals understood this insidious condition.

My pain was now being controlled by narcotics but I knew that was not the answer just a temporary solution. I knew there help out there! Where? Who could help me? I knew the Lord would not give me more than I could bear!