Monday, April 15, 2013

Wasting Away


I am afraid that this latest hand of cards MS dealt will, quite literally, kill me. Sit up and pay attention when a fat lady tells you she is going to starve to death. Mostly, when I say it, I encounter a few polite pulses of silence and then the person struggles to find a politically correct way to point out that the obese aren't exactly poster children for starvation. 
This is my reality. In the past 23 weeks I have lost 70 pounds. If I continue at this rate, and so far no medical reason exists to believe otherwise, by August I could be down another 30 to 50 pounds. Problem? What is the problem with this? Isn't being thin the holy grail to which all humans would automatically improve their lives by attaining? 
Let me back up and check my sarcasm and anger at the door. The truth is over the weekend my hubbie and I were refused treatment at the local hospital and sent home to self manage this frightening stomach condition. Every 15 minutes to 2 hours I have spells of retching and dry heaves that are so painful they cause me to cry out.  It feels as if a stalactite of ice pierces my belly. I have no safety net. No plan B. My current daily calorie count is 200-400. The doctor who diagnosed me says neurogenic stomach {info on MS/Bowel) is not treatable and so he doesn't need to see me again. I called the National MS Society. They don't even keep a list of gastroenterologists who treat MS patients. 
The physical therapist and medical nutritionist I consult with set 180 pounds as the threshold I don't want to cross. Essentially, saying that much like a sink-hole in Florida, once I start the slide toward 100 pounds it is near to impossible to put on the nutritional brakes. As if I might crest one of the giant sand dunes at the Oregon coast and tumble pell mell down the far side. So that is how a fat woman can starve to death. She finds herself with a team of doctors who don't seem to have the first clue how to arrest or address, let alone treat, her.  She finds herself in a culture that objectifies women and bodies to such a point that her physical agony is almost seen as worth the price of admission to the thin world.
So I find myself living with fear. How many days before a lack of calories and water causes my body to shut down? What will we do then? The urgency is a creeping malaise that seems to seep into our very pores. As we learned in February, I can go from everyday sick to critical in the blink of an eye. 
What can we do, where do we go, how do we respond when the medical system has failed us and we are alone in the fight our our lives. 
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6 comments:

John Bowling said...

I'm not sure what to comment. I was trying to think of something witty to say, but that is better left up to you. Janine, you are one of the few people who sought me and my family out when we first moved to Springfield. I'll never forget that. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and emotion with us.

Nedarb said...

I wish I could do something to help you in this terrible time. Know that so many people love you, and that we can figure this next hurdle out. Don't give up hope.

With all the love in the world, your kid,

B

Karen said...

I would think that tube feeding would be a very viable option! Keep looking until you find a doctor that will help.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Every time I think I know about all that the MonSter can do, I am rudely corrected. My heart goes out to you, and I hope you can find a satisfactory solution soon.
((Janine))

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

I thought the same as Karen...but I have no idea otherwise. I am thin and I hate the way our society thinks it is so great to be thin. It is awful when you dont feel like eating.

Unknown said...

I'm with you, Janine. So many prayers are with you and John. I will be with you Thursday evening.

Love, Janet