Eight years ago today I was in hospital on one of my
increasingly common ‘investigatory’ stays. I was incredibly ill, confused, and afraid and
certainly without the first clue what Crohn’s Disease was.
I would eventually be diagnosed with the disease approximately
2 months later, followed by my first surgery in the Jan of the following year. To
say it was a trying time is to put it milder than an IBD patient’s curry.
I’d been advised I had arthritis in the early part of this
same year and was barely getting to grips with that when this new pain began to
strike. So loooong story short, within 12 months I found myself with two life-changing
chronic illnesses, unsure of my future and facing severe surgery.
OK, so some of those may be slight exaggerations
for comedic purposes, but in all honesty after reading some of these dumpster-worthy
think pieces you’d be hard pressed to establish which ones. I’m not about to
slate any one person/publication in particular as it’s not massively helpful
and still directs more views towards these outlets they sorely don’t deserve.
All I will say is that it’s very important we as patients/loved ones of patients/just decent
interested human beings are selective and careful in what we accept as fact
where it comes to IBD, and any chronic illness for that matter. When I hark
back to my own state of mind as a freshly diagnosed patient I worry so much about
those men and women in the same boat as my own eight years ago. They will be encountering
these same articles, (some of which have even been publicised by leading Crohn’s
charities), and feeling hopeful there are simple fixes to their condition.
There aren’t. IBD is a complex, incurable
disease.
Now without that meaning to sound incredibly grim, sometimes
we can’t always sugar-coat facts. We shouldn’t. We should never go into any life-changing
event with our eyes and ears wide open. Of course I am only too well aware that
being diagnosed with any illness is terrifying, whatever age you are or stage
in your life you are at. When I got sick I was in a secure and loving
relationship; but I still assumed my partner would leave me, because I felt
almost instantaneously worthless. That is long since passed, and my attitude to
my illness has changed beyond all recognition, but from time to time I still
want to scream and cry with frustration that this sickness will never leave.
I don’t want to preach that patients shouldn’t have hope in
times of uncertainty and fear; we all should. But we have to be careful about
where we take our information from. When we are in states of frustration and vulnerability
we shouldn’t have to filter our knowledge to suit – but sadly we do.
We need to
ensure we take information on our illness from reputable sources; stick to our
doctors, consultants, medical experts. If you do venture further afield, then stick
to articles and blogs with a good following, who focus on aspects of mental-health,
relationships and ways to adapt to the illness.
The most important point to remember is if you encounter
writing which advises a certain way of life/diet to ‘cure’ you, consider it an
instant red flag. If it were curable you wouldn’t need to hear it from a Z-list
celebrity in your spam folder.