The last 6 months have been quite a journey for both me, and my husband. Not a lot of people really know the full story, and although I have put some facebook status updates yelling that ‘I can’t eat’ out into the vast internet world, I really have been hush hush about the reality of the whole thing.
I haven’t been able to eat solid foods for 6 months, only liquids and have had constant searing chest pain 24/7. How did this start? Well it’s all a mystery. It looks to be now a problem with the nerves in my oesophagus.
This is the story…
12 months ago I started to get heartburn type pain on and off. The doctor put this down to stress and I trialled all the different heartburn medications over the 6 months. The heartburn then started to get worse, being a constant burning pain. One night I was eating dinner at home alone and suddenly was dropped to the floor. I thought I was having a heart attack, with burning pain in my chest and my throat felt like I had swallowed 10 multivitamin tablets without water. Curled up in a ball on the loungeroom floor, I tried to reach for the phone but it was too far away, so while my chest was burning and I couldn’t yell out for help I layed there for what must have been an hour until the pain slowly decreased. Over the next three weeks I found it became more and more uncomfortable to eat dryer foods and this ‘heart attack sensation’ happened another 3 times. The pain in my chest turned into something that was constant and unforgiving. Soon, any time I ate any type of food it felt like it was stuck in my chest but not just an indigestion pain, a heart attack pain.
So, I had to stick to liquids. I had xrays, and 2 endoscopies which all revealed no abnormalities. After 3 months, even drinking caused severe pain. The type of pain where the world stops. I was in Bundaberg at the time, working at the hospital as a dietitian as my final and 4th year of university. One night the pain got so severe I went to the emergency department, who were unable to help me as I was a medical mystery.I couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink and crying in pain so I got in the car and drove almost 4 hours south to the Sunshine Coast where I was admitted at the emergency department of Nambour Hospital. I spent 3 weeks here, still only able to eat (drink) liquids. I was poked and prodded with blood tests every day, and wheeled off for every test under the sun. For a long time I remained a medical mystery until the doctors finally figured out what was wrong with my oesophagus, and then every couple of days would have a different diagnosis. At the same time, I was being pumped full of so many different medications all of which zonked me out of my brain and for the first 2 weeks in hospital I was a dribbling vegetable laying in the bed. I was overdosed on these medications due to my small size and developed liver disease as a result. I lost 4 kg in a very short time (which is a lot for me being 47 kg to start with).
People have called, emailed, texted asking ‘how are you Tara’ and I always answer with ‘Yes not too bad’. The reality has been, for 6 months now that when people asked that question, I have giving that answer at the same time as being in immense pain, passed out on the couch all day on crazy mind altering medications, and struggle to even get up off the couch and make myself a cup of tea. Pain is a funny thing. It is real to the person living it, but unreal and unfathomable to people looking from the outside. I had people say to me ‘why don’t you just force the food down, it will be good for you’ and in my mind I would always be thinking this: If someone was sitting and smashing your hand with a hammer to cause immense pain, would you willing put your hand out and ask for it to be smashed again? No. Your instinct is to protect your hand, keep it safe and remove it from the thing causing its pain. I’m in no way a mater, but I don’t like to complain you see. Maybe it is denial that I have been unwell, maybe I don’t want people to perceive me as weak or not in control. It might just be that even though I never mind listening to other people’s troubles, I have a preconceived idea that other people don’t want to hear about mine.
This 6 months of not being able to eat, have been torture. I love food you see. I live for food. The only food I don’t like is raw tomato. I can go to a restaurant and choose anything on the menu. I can go to a friend’s house and be happy with anything to serve me. So this was another battle I had to overcome. I had nurses accusing me of having an eating disorder, a phobia of food, or even more crazy a fear of getting fat. Those people who knew me well knew that this was the most absurd suggestion in the world, and luckily for me all the doctors and specialists also knew this. But, it is a difficult thing to go through when someone is accusing you of being someone who is the total opposite of who you are, and also making reference to the fact that your medical condition is psychological. Not to mention the gut wrenching feeling of seeing people eating around you, and you can’t eat. It has been hard for my husband Jeff too. Although he has never complained, it pains him to not be able to ‘fix’ the situation and see his ‘normally bubbly wife so sad and quiet’ he said.
So up until the last 3 weeks, I have been lying in bed for 6 months. I realise I haven’t been working 50 hour weeks, stressed out with no sleep. I haven’t been looking after children. I haven’t been labouring in the hot sun all day. But, I have been battling pain. And for those that have experienced chronic pain, they will know that this is a full time job. It is a physical job as well as a mental job. There are some days where I hardly have the energy to lift my arms from by my side. Where walking to the letterbox feels like a marathon. My body is dealing with pain in its own way, and my mind is running in overdrive.
The wonderful news is, three weeks ago I trialled a new medication for nerve disorders. Non of the medical professionals believed it would work, and were just stabbing in the dark. After 6 months of no answers to the problem I didn’t think it would work either, but amazingly 3 days after the first dose I was able to eat soft noodles and have been able to ever since. I still have the bad chest pain, but am learning to cope now and there is some light at the end of the tunnel there now.
I continue to try each day to remain optimistic and I now find simple pleasures in the world around me. A bowl of plain noodles tastes devine, and mashed pumpkin tastes heavenly. A walk down in Noosa Junction with the sun on my face is exciting, and spending time with my supportive husband is all the more special.The cranky lady that serves me at the check-out is not Miss cranky pants any more, but maybe a lady who has a sore back and not necessarily angry at me. Although I have had to put my studies on hold (which was so upsetting) I look forward to getting back in the swing of things soon.
I would like to say an immense thankyou to all the family and friends who visited, wrote, called and I can’t wait to catch up with everyone soon. I can’t thank you all enough. I also apologise for not being in contact.
So, stay happy – stay healthy – stay positive – don’t take things for granted - and enjoy the small things in life. If you have any comments or thoughts I would love to hear from you.
The Nutrition Guru x