To Wake In Tears (eBook)

Understanding Interstitial Cystitis

Catherine M. Simone (Autor)

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2021 | 1. Auflage
226 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-0-9667750-7-5 (ISBN)

To Wake In Tears is the revolutionary book that introduced the herb marshmallow root to the IC community back in 1998. It was the first book to look at IC from a holistic perspective claiming that IC is not just a bladder disease. In order to truly heal from IC, the whole body must be treated. Within the story of how the author healed herself from a severe case of IC are a multitude of practical, safe, helpful tips for IC patients to use to help themselves heal. Like Simone's other two books (Along the Healing Path and Awakening Through the Tears), this book is empowering, inspirational, and ground breaking in its discoveries of various physical connections with IC, as well as offering ideas of how to address them safely, naturally, and without the use of toxic medications and invasive medical procedures.

Chapter 1

My Story

I’ve never been much of a crier. Fortunately for me, I never had much to cry about. I don’t know if it was having three brothers that toughened me up or if it was just a fluke of nature, but when I was young and got hurt, I rarely cried. And until my father died when I was thirty, I never really had anything major to cry about emotionally either. Well, this was all about to change.

It was August of 1994 and the pain on my left side was becoming intolerable. I’d have to have the cyst removed. My gynecologist scheduled me for surgery the morning before she was to leave for her three week vacation. Neither one of us thought it should wait until she got back. After the surgery, I was told that, although she removed a number of small cysts, she was unable to understand why they were causing me so much pain. I was sent home that afternoon and my doctor left for her vacation. By that evening, I knew that something was terribly wrong.

Because I’d had an ovarian cyst when I was 23 with no complications and because this time I was physically unable to do the simple exercises described on the hospital discharge instructions, I knew enough to be concerned. In the days to follow I became more and more frightened knowing that the pain was not “normal” post-surgical pain. For the next two and a half weeks, I called my doctor’s office every day and the emergency on-call physician every night. Since my file and the surgery report had not made it back to the doctor’s office yet, and since my doctor was on vacation, it took a lot of phone calls and a couple of doctor visits to her associates in order to get someone to understand that something was seriously wrong. It turns out that the cyst originally causing the pain on my left side had ruptured, either during the surgery or immediately following. And so, two and a half weeks later, I was diagnosed with internal bleeding and peritonitis and taken immediately back into surgery. It was when I woke up from this second surgery that the nightmare really began. I remember waking up in recovery with the doctor and nurses by my side. My mom and my fiancee, Charlie, were in the room with us. They wanted to give me a shot for the pain and I was pleading with them “no…no…through the IV”. I was already crying from the pain in my abdomen. The doctor told me that they were already giving me Demerol through the IV, but that I had to have this shot too or I would be in way too much pain. They rolled me over and gave me the shot as I squeezed Charlie’s hand and screamed. They wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight, but of course, I wanted to go home. Charlie convinced me to stay by saying that he would stay with me. Okay, I said, I would stay. Before they took me up to my room, the doctor examined me one more time. I remember him telling me several times what a lucky girl I was. One more day, he was saying, over and over, shaking his head and I wouldn’t have made it.

I’ll never forget that very first night. Clutching the metal bar attached to the wall next to the toilet with my left hand, the IV pole with my right, I sat most of the night, rocking back and forth in agony, trying to empty my bladder. I pulled the cord for the nurse. She explained that my bladder was irritated from the catheter, tired and beat up from the surgery. She tried to tell me not to worry. But I was worried. My bladder wouldn’t work. I was terrified. It was September 17, 1994. The day I got IC.

Now at 31 years old, I had never even had a bladder infection before. And like most people, I had never even heard of Interstitial Cystitis. At this point, I had no idea what was wrong with me. I was sent home from the hospital the next day, only to be re-admitted two days later with a massive kidney/bladder infection. I was put on IV antibiotics for a couple of days and then sent home.

For the next several weeks, I went to see my new gynecologist complaining of bladder problems (extreme frequency, urgency, inability to empty bladder, inability to start the urine stream, blood in the urine) and pain in the pelvic/abdominal area since the surgery. He had my urine cultured and told me that they found all kinds of bacteria in the culture, some they could identify and some they could not. As I had already been on antibiotics after the surgery, he told me that he hoped it would clear up on it’s own. I naively accepted this explanation without ever asking him WHY there was all this bacteria in my urine (as in WHERE did it come from, since it wasn’t there before) or HOW it was going to clear up on it’s own. But, I thought, I’d always been quite healthy and strong….maybe he was right. As the weeks went by, we both realized there was more to it than that and I was sent to a urologist for evaluation.

Now began the journey, or should I say the nightmare, of trying to get diagnosed. As most IC patients know, this is no easy task. I was sent to the head of urology at a prestigious hospital and was told that there was nothing wrong with my bladder. He told me I had emotional problems because my father had passed away the year before. I said “I don’t think so.” He said that this happens to women, these “emotional problems”, and it effects the bladder. This made no sense to me. But, I was new to this, so I tried to explain. “My bladder was normal prior to the surgery. Don’t you think there might be a possibility that maybe something might have happened during the surgery, or as a result of the surgery, to cause these horrible symptoms I’m having?” I asked. “No”, he said. “Okay….” I said. And I turned to leave his office. He stopped me at the door and insisted that “just in case” maybe I should let him examine me with an in-office cystoscopy. I tried to explain that with the two recent surgeries, I was in too much pain to try this procedure. He promised to be careful and assured me that this was the only way to find out if anything was really wrong. Of course I was desperate to get out of this pain and wanted to know what was wrong, so I agreed. This was a major mistake. For most IC patients, an in-office cystoscopy is sheer torture. I literally turned white, passed out, and got sick from the pain. It took me a couple weeks to get back to the pain level I was at prior to this cystoscopy.

This was my first experience with a urologist and this was my first misdiagnosis. On different occasions in the next several months I was told, by various doctors, that I had chronic pain syndrome, emotional problems causing my “bladder problems”, a “spastic” bladder (that spontaneously decided to become “spastic”), and phantom pain from the shock of the peritonitis surgery. I was basically being told over and over again, in so many words, that this problem was in my head and that there was nothing they could do for me. Sadly, this is an extremely common experience for IC patients. Almost all of us, before being diagnosed, are told that we have nothing at all wrong with us or that the problem is “all in our heads”. Many are referred to psychiatrists, instead of being treated as physically ill. It is a tragedy that still occurs to this day. I was somewhat fortunate to have such a dramatic onset to my IC. Whether the doctors believed me or not, I knew something was physically wrong, because my bladder was just fine before the surgery. So the search for an answer continued.

In the meantime, my quality of life was changing dramatically. Within the next six months my symptoms became worse and worse. Eventually I couldn’t go to work at all because of the pain and the constant need to be in the bathroom. I lost my job about four months before getting diagnosed. During those four months I made numerous trips to the emergency room for the blood clots coming from my bladder. I was no longer “just” bleeding during urination. I had lost about twenty pounds and at 5’5” I weighed 94 pounds (my normal weight was 112-116). Anything I ate or drank caused severe pain, so I could barely do either. I was hunched over and could barely walk. I couldn’t shower because the pain of the water hitting my body was more than I could bear. Nor could I sit in a bathtub. The pressure of even a couple inches of water would cause extreme pain. I had to sit, hunched over in tears, on a towel on the side of the tub and take a sponge bath. I averaged 75 trips to the bathroom a day. On bad days, my frequency was easily near 100. I couldn’t lift a cup of water without causing severe pain. And through all this pain and bleeding, I was continually being told that there was nothing physically wrong with me.

At one point, after a desperate call to my gynecologist, he told me to meet him down at the hospital. Charlie drove me to the hospital as I cried in pain the entire way. We stopped four times on the way there (a half hour drive) so I could try to go to the bathroom. We finally got there and I was admitted. I was told that I couldn’t have anything for the pain until they figured out exactly what was wrong with me. In walks the same urologist (the first one I’d seen) who had told me that there was nothing physically wrong with me and that I was having emotional problems causing my pain. I told my gynecologist that I didn’t want that urologist to come near me, that he had physically hurt...

Erscheint lt. Verlag	26.2.2021
Sprache	englisch
Themenwelt	Medizin / Pharmazie ► Naturheilkunde
ISBN-10	0-9667750-7-4 / 0966775074
ISBN-13	978-0-9667750-7-5 / 9780966775075

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