I Did It! I’m An Ostomate!

I had my surgery late Tuesday afternoon on October 17th, 2017. I woke up to find I have several scars, a stoma, and a colostomy bag, and I was…

Relieved! Happy! Ready to jump up and go live that slice of life I’ve been sidelined from due to chronic illness!

I’ve been walking, eating low residue foods, and emptying/applying my own colostomy bags. I’ve been conservative with my pain meds and I’m ready to bust outta here tomorrow!

Mr. MLACS and my uncle drove me to surgery and stayed there all day and into the night because they didn’t even take me back until 4pm or so. I told them they should at least leave and go eat some delicious food, since I was starving but couldn’t eat. I told them if the shoe was on the other foot I would totally ditch them to go to the thai restaurant around the corner. But they stayed close by and ate at the hospital cafeteria.

The surgery went well and only took 2 hours vs. the usual 3-4 hours. I was told my colon was one of the worst the surgeon has seen–that was validating. CRS said he believes pathology will reveal I have Crohn’s Colitis, but we won’t know until next week.

I have ordered lots of samples of ostomy bags and accessories, so excited to try some stuff out–I haven’t particularly like the first 2 bags I’ve tried, mostly because they are one-pieces and the one I have now has a filter that gets super messy and takes for-ev-er to clean (sensura mio one piece). I will have to try a 2 piece tomorrow, hate to irritate my skin by changing it so much but I’m uncomfortable with the sensura mio one piece. It’s going to take some trial and error to find what I like.

I’m on A LOT of corticosteroids and cannot sleep (it’s 2:30am) even on percocet. I’m also very bloated from the steroids and cannot wait to get back to my 30mg oral dose and start tapering! Before long (God willing) I’ll be down to just 2 pills per day + my supplements! That’s kind of amazing.

I feel SO MUCH better with the colon gone–there is a tiny bit left actually–but I’ll deal with that later and my CRS said it shouldn’t give me much, if any, trouble.

I want to train for a marathon. I want to clean my house all day and play with BG without having to lay down every 15 minutes. I want to go back to nursing school. I want to travel. I want another baby. I want to do ALL THE THINGS!

It’s going to take some getting used to, but I think I will make my own way and figure it out. Being an ostomate is part of my destiny, and I’m going to embrace it and be the best version of myself–even better than before, I think.

XOXO,

MLACS

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Aloha, Colon–Booked My Colectomy and Not Looking Back


So the obvious–I’m f*cking done being sick. Things have been worse the past couple of weeks, owing to our moving house (stress), my Stelara is wearing off (like clockwork), I lowered my Prednisone (down to 20mg), and the last f*cking straw–wait for it–I had the flu last week (just shoot me).

After a couple days of toileting 12+ times per day, mostly blood, straining (felt like my body was trying to expel my colon with brut force), dehydration, pain, weakness.etc. I called up my IBD Nurse and said “Listen up–I am well and truly ready to schedule surgery. Tell IBD Specialist she won’t need to have ‘the talk’ with me on Monday and we can just get down to business.” And I meant every word. Something in me just ‘clicked’ and I knew I was meant to have the surgery, and I felt relief and resolve to move forward.

So I met with IBD Specialist yesterday as well as the Colorectal Surgeon (CRS) and the Ostomy Nurse. IBD Specialist said “Just in case you’re interested, you could try Entyvio, Cimzia, or a clinical trial drug”, but I shook my head and said “Nope, drug therapy is not for me. I failed 3 biologics–they all worked but wore off too quickly because I metabolize them too fast, so drugs are not the answer”. Which IBD Specialist wholeheartedly agreed, and basically wished me well and sent me off to the CRS. I asked the CRS a few questions and made it known that I may look like hell *now* but I used to be hot, so minimal scarring would be ideal, as I aspire to be an athlete when I’m well again and to look good naked. I’ll get into the logistics of things in another post.

I saw the Ostomy Nurse, got marked where my stoma will go, and am now testing out a Coloplast mio bag. Testing the bag out is a game changer! Most people don’t but I think everyone should. It’s not bad at all–I forget it’s even there! Easy to conceal under clothing. BG thinks it’s cool. I was building it up in my head that it would be strange and awkward, but it’s not.

Of course then today my colon has been much better and I’m like “WTF colon–quit playing games” but I am still ready for surgery. Mr. MLACS only has to use a week of vacation and they’ll let him work from home the second week, so he doesn’t need to file FMLA. He and BG will stay in a hotel near the hospital (since it is a 2hr drive from where we live) until I’m released.

Ok so so so exhausted, but just wanted to let you guys know “the scoop”.

T-minus TWO WEEKS until surgery!!!

XOXO,
MLACS

September 27th, The Day I Legally Wedded Mr. MLACS Because I Needed Health Insurance

On this day, 6 years ago, I married Mr. MLACS in a very awkward wedding ceremony at a court house in a small town in the BFE. Now for the record, Mr. MLACS had already proposed in June and we had planned a spring wedding. But I was having a UC flare that wasn’t responding well to steroids, so my GI at the time was suggesting Remicade–and I had no health insurance due to working non-traditional jobs and having a pre-existing condition (UC). Remicade infusions were like $20,000. And Mr. MLACS had very good health insurance through his employer. So without any real planning or fanfare, we just did it. And then had a celebratory dinner at some chain restaurant. It felt kind of twilight-zone-esque.

We told only our parents, as I was determined that my disease would not ruin our “real wedding” in Hawaii. We mostly ignored that we were technically married. But it added a calm to our relationship, knowing we were officially stuck with each other.

We had our dream wedding in Hawaii in spring 2012 and I didn’t end up needing Remicade until a year later. And then it stopped working pretty quickly so I only had maybe 3 infusions.

Fast forward to present-day…

Yesterday was our “marriage anniversary”. And here I am, sick as a dog because I have the freaking flu on top of my flare getting worse again because I lowered my Prednisone to 20mg and the Stelara shot is wearing off.

I had called my IBD Specialist the day before to inform them that I am ready for surgery.

Yep, it’s happening.

I’m having a (most likely permanent) ileostomy in the near future. Will see IBD Specialist and my CRS on Monday and schedule the surgery.

I just can’t go on like this. Or if I can, then I don’t want to.

I’m sort of freaking out but Mr. MLACS has been cool as a cucumber, as though he is unphased. At first I wanted a more emotional reaction from him, I mean, this is a BIG deal. But now I’m ok with Mr. MLACS remaining neutral because then I can be a basket case knowing he can handle everything.

So here we are, 6 years of marriage and 7 years of being together, and I’m having my colon removed. I actually did not see this coming. But it’s ok. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.

XOXO,
MLACS

A Tale Of Two Boobs: The Finale

So for those of you who missed the first few installments of “A Tale of Two Boobs”, this is a series of posts about my struggle with breastfeeding. I felt this primal urge to breastfeed my BG, and I put my body through hell to make it happen.

Well now, 2.5 years later, I have finally weaned BG.

I haven’t nursed her at all in 3 days. It was time–I had only been nursing on my “business boob” for months, as my “casual boob” was never a good producer anyways. And the milk in “business boob” had been reduced to a trickle within the last few weeks. I don’t know why exactly, maybe my hormones shifting as I’m weaning off the Prednisone. Maybe the Stelara. But both BG and I were ready and in a good place to stop, so it doesn’t really matter what the catalyst was.

As I lay here with cabbage leaves tucked into my tank top (a trick to help dry up your milk), I can reflect fondly on my breastfeeding relationship with BG, without any tears. I’m ok that we’re done breastfeeding. I feel like “my work here is done”. Often it’s emotional for moms to quit breastfeeding, and after how emotional I was and how desperately I wanted to do it, you’d think I’d be heartbroken. But I’m not.

I feel relieved that weaning happened organically, and did not end in dramatics (as you know I am prone to dramatics). I’m grateful that my chronic illness didn’t dictate my breastfeeding relationship with BG–I breastfed her through all the turmoil during the past 8+ months of my flare. It would have been traumatic if my milk had dried up while I was hospitalized. This flare shook up my relationship with BG, and breastfeeding was one thing that I was able to continue to do for her even when I was otherwise incapacitated. It was our foundation.

I shared countless tender moments with BG while breastfeeding. I will always treaaure the memories… sitting in the rocking chair in her nursery, light streaming in, rocking for hours and just staring at her in my arms (propped up on the boppy pillow–we got more than our moneys worth outta that thing). I remember breastfeeding her under the trees on the beach in Costa Rica, while a mommy monkey and baby monkey played right above us, and the sound of the ocean lulled us to sleep. There were also lots of backseat breastfeeding sessions in the car–sitting in the target parking lot. And all the times BG needed comfort–when she was scared of a thunderstorm or in pain because she was teething–that I was able to comfort her by breastfeeding her. It was such a relief to me to be able to pop a boob in her mouth and instantly make her feel better.

It’s been such a journey. I didn’t really even want to breastfeed before BG was born–it just seemed so foreign to me. But from the moment they placed her on my chest it’s all I wanted to do, as a way to love and protect and provide for her.

Through excruciating nipple injuries and mastitis. Through a struggle with low supply and taking ALL the herbs and finally, Domeperidone. I have no doubt that all the antibiotics I took and the Domperidone contributed to my current flare. But I don’t regret any of it.

My BG is healthy as can be–only had a handful of colds and I nursed her through those. I know that my milk helped to build and support her immune system. I believe that she will be spared the autoimmune issues that I am plagued with. That’s priceless to me.

I really don’t think that everyone should struggle to breastfeed the way I did. Obviously, there are plenty of healthy, happy kids out there that were given formula. We as mothers have to follow our own paths and no two will be exactly alike. I never, ever want to make another mother feel bad for how she feeds her baby!

But for me, I am so grateful that I was able to breastfeed BG. I never imagined how difficult it would be–the amount of tears that I would shed as I struggled through pain, frustration, guilt and worry. I couldn’t fathom the amount of joy I would feel as I cradled her in my arms and breastfed her for countless hours…I wouldn’t trade a single second of it.

But it’s ok that we’re done. I still cradle her, carry her, hold her and rock her. She still falls asleep nestled in the crook of my arm with her head on my chest. We say “I love you” to each other 1,000x per day and we smother each other in hugs and kisses. We have evolved, but no love is lost.

XOXO,
MLACS

I Need To Let Go But I Can’t

UPDATE:

Saw IBD Specialist and the Colorectal Surgeon this past Monday. There were some surprises.

1. IBD Specialist says if the Stelara does not work (and by “work” she means get/keep me in remission without prednisone) then she said my “only other options” are a clinical trial of a drug (cannot remember the name but started with a “p”) OR surgery…then she told me I don’t even qualify for the clinical trial so that leaves…surgery. M’kay then. I didn’t bother asking her why she changed her tune (initially she said I could try entyvio, xeljanx, etc.) because I had already resigned myself to surgery if Stelara doesn’t work. But I was taken aback that she straight up told me surgery is my only other option.

2. I have been “stuck” at 25mg prednisone for 3 weeks now and still having blood/urgency/straining/rectal pain/lower back pain/joint and muscle pain…I still have enough energy to live my life though and TBH vicodin has been my go-to for my aches and pains because all I need is 1/2 a pill and I feel fine. These aches and pains are only going to get worse as I wean off the prednisone and I don’t want to be reliant to painkillers, so I’m looking into Charlotte’s Web CBD oil. But more importantly, IBD Specialist said she’s ok if I wait 2 weeks post-my next Stelara injection to drop 2.5mg, but…

3. IBD Specialist wants to see me in 4 weeks and if I’m still struggling to wean off the prednisone then BOOM it’s time to schedule surgery. I was like “Um, I do not want to deal with this right now so can we schedule surgery for after the holidays? I mean, it takes a couple months to get on the schedule, right??” Thinking no big deal so long as I’m stable…but IBD Specialist’s eyes got all big and she practically shouted “NO!” She said she doesn’t want me on the steroids that long and surgery can usually be scheduled within 2 weeks time. I was NOT ready to consider surgery in October (but if you’ve been following my story then you know I’m just not ready for surgery, period, but trying to come to terms with it). IBD Specialist reiterated what I’ve heard many times “Most people say they wish they had had the surgery sooner after they realize how much better they feel post-surgery”. Which helps. But I’m still freaked the f*ck out.

4. IBD Specialist allowed that one of her nurses could help me give myself my 1st Stelara injection at my appointment even though it was technically 4 days early. For some unknown reason, CVS Specialty pharmacy shipped my freaking Stelara to their office, even after confirming that it was to be sent to my home address like half a dozen times. Bizarre. So btw I had to let CVS know that they flucked up and they are lucky I happened to have that appointment on Monday because its a 4 hour drive round trip–CVS said they didn’t know why that happened, oops, they are sorry *sigh*.

5. I told IBD Specialist that I always respond quickly to the biologics but my problem is they wear off quickly. IBD Specialist said there is no way she can justify moving my Stelara up from every 8 weeks to every 4 weeks because there is no evidence to support it (at this time). I told her it would probably stop the blood immediately and it did, just like last time. But my thought is: really, how much time would it buy me (to avoid surgery) anyway? So not faulting her for not trying every 4 weeks.

5. Then I saw the surgeon (CRS) and I liked him a lot! Easy to talk to and he surprised me by saying…

I MIGHT be a candidate for a j-pouch!!!

WHAAAAT?!!

Ok lets not get too excited because it probably isn’t the best option for me, but I’m thrilled that he didn’t automatically take it off the table as an option the way IBD Specialist did. CRS said that he would remove the colon and send it to pathology, and if it looked like UC instead of Crohn’s then the j-pouch could be considered.

6. CRS offered that I could have a colostomy instead of a ileostomy (leaving a small part of my colon), which confused me because I thought removing the entire colon was standard. He said it used to be standard. He then said many people prefer to take the whole colon out to avoid future disease and also because the output is thicker/smelly-er
and not as desireable with a colostomy bag. I said I’d rather do the ileostomy.

7. I asked about pregnancy with a stoma and he said it is very do-able and they take care to preserve fertility by wrapping the ovaries and fallopian tubes in some sort of gauze-like material that dissolves in 2 weeks–it prevents adhesions, which are the main threat to a womans fertility by having surgery. I said “Will I have to wait like 6 months post-surgery to try?” And he said no way, as long as things go well 3-4 months is plenty of time–this was another surprise.

8. I’m scheduled to see the CRS in 4 weeks when I see IBD Specialist, but if I’m doing well he said I should cancel. He also said I would have the opportunity to meet with his stoma nurse a couple weeks prior to surgery. I told him I’d like to actually try wearing a bag prior to surgery to see how it goes and he said he hasn’t had a patient ask to do that before but he’s sure the stoma nurse could help me do it.

So I left feeling like they “sold” me on surgery. But then started looking at the literature at home and began to feel uneasy again. That’s how it is–one minute I’m gung-ho and certain the surgery will improve my quality of life and allow me to do ALL the things. The next minute I’m freaking out about wearing a bag because it is undeniably a life changing thing.

Then I saw my OBGYN on Tuesday and he said that I should feel free to go ahead and get pregnant NOW even on 25mg prednisone because “lots of women take prednisone during pregnancy and stelara is a category B drug”. Pregnancy put me into remission last time. Maybe I should just go for it even though IBD Specialist acts like it would be criminal to get pregnant on prednisone. For all you ladies, my skin “down there” is a bit thin especially around my perinium and I have not had sex since January for fear of tearing (and because I was like, dying). But OBGYN gave me some estrace (estrogen) cream as it helps to thicken the skin and helps lubrication. So, I’m feeling a little braver about sex. But will wait until I’m ovulating to try.

9. I also saw my Dermatologist on Tuesday b/c I also have peri-oral dermatitis and some strange chin acne that the doc attributed to prednisone. Of course antibiotics would be the best treatment but I cannot take those so he gave me topical creams. This is ALL owing to IBD. Crazy how it affects our body in so many (crappy) ways.

10. My current situation: The Stelara injection worked very well…for 2 days. Since then I have been bleeding with every BM, having explosive diarrhea, cramps, straining, and urgency. My frequency is about the same and not too bad, maybe toileting 5x per day (really only morning and night when I’m home, so not inconvenient) *but* my rectum is sore every time I leave the toilet–I feel the need to lay down after a BM and that is a step in the wrong direction. My energy has been crappy this week too, and Mr. MLACS made it possible for me to just lay around all day Saturday while he took BG out-and-about. I used that time to look at various ostomy blogs, watch ostomy youtube videos, and try to wrap my head around what is happening/what is going to happen to me. I cried–not a lot–but I let out a few sobs that had been trapped inside my chest. I allowed myself to think about the “what if’s”. There is SO much to think about–I have no family here and no friends I would ask for help with BG or for myself–I think if Mr. MLACS takes off 2 weeks that will be enough for me to do light activity and care for BG…what if it’s not? My surgery is at a hospital 2 hours from home so where will Mr. MLACS and BG stay for that first week while I’m in the hospital (will need them nearby)? What ostomy supplies will work for me–what do I need to buy and how much will it cost (belts, underwear, new clothes?) What if I can’t enjoy the holidays with my family? My good friend and her son are coming to spend Thanksgiving with us–what if I can’t cook the dinner I want to make for us? (I mean I can order a meal but I love to cook and this would disappoint me.) What if I fall asleep on my brand new potterybarn couch and wake up covered in sh*t because my colostomy bag burst? What if I go through this surgery with the promise of “feeling SO MUCH better” but then I don’t???
And then I go to “Is it really THAT bad? Do I really NEED the surgery? Maybe I should just try to get pregnant…but what if I don’t go into remission and things get worse?”

ALL. DAY. LONG.

These questions and feelings bounce around in my head. And furthermore, my surgeon seems competent and my hospital is nationally ranked in the top 30 for Gastroenterology–I drive about 2 hours each way to see them because they are good.
BUT.
The 2 best hospitals are Mayo Clinic (Minnesota) and Cleveland Clinic (Ohio) and I have been encouraged by other ostomates to go to one of these places for a second opinion and if I need surgery. However, I’m too beat down right now and not ready to take the time and expense to go there. I’m afraid I’ll regret it if I don’t go and things go wrong , but I just don’t have much fight left in me.

For those of you who know me, you know I’m a fighter. So if I’m THST beat down, and I am, then something has got to give.

I’m going to speak with my EFT guru next week and I bet she will be able to help me through this and have peace with whatever decision is revealed through tapping. I can’t “unscramble” myself and I need someone to guide me.

Wish me luck. Send me prayers for peace and clarity and courage. Give me any advice you have. Any inspirational quotes (I am too overwhelmed to read a book right now though). Point me towards ostomate blogs. Thanks in advance for your support.

XOXO,
MLACS

It’s Still An Uphill Battle

Hey guys. Things are ok but not great.

  1. Our house is still not finished, but they said it will really REALLY be done by the first weekend of September. It damn well better be, or they will have to answer for it.
  2. I saw the IBD Specialist a couple weeks ago and she pushed me to wean off the Prednisone quickly, regardless how I felt. I had been having symptoms again (blood, mucus, urgency, frequency) since 3-4 weeks post Stelara infusion. And as I dropped the Prednisone from 27.5 mg to 25mg, and then 25mg to 22.5mg, my symptoms continued to worsen. I “waved the white flag” and messaged the Nurse Practitioner after 2 days at 22.5mg, because I felt awful (fatigued, body aches) and moreover I was back to *running* to the toilet several times per day, straining, bleeding, rectum feeling swollen/hurting, waking in the night to toilet, etc. So the NP suggested I take my Prednisone back up to 25mg and see if it helped. And then call to make an appointment with the MA.
  3. When I called to make an appointment to see IBD Specialist, I spoke with the RN instead of the MA (the RN is not as competent as the MA but she’s very sweet). The RN started to schedule me but stopped to talk to NP and IBD Specialist. When she got back to me, she said they want me to see the Colorectal Surgeon (CRS) at my next appointment. I asked to see the CRS at my last appointment but IBD Specialist said it was pointless to discuss my perianal fistula/incontinence/thrombosed hemorrhoids at this point, because the CRS wouldn’t do anything until I’m in remission. So then, the fact that IBD Specialist was referring me to the CRS now is NOT good… She believes that I am steroid refractory and 50/50 I am failing Stelara. IBD Specialist wants to prepare me for surgery (which for me would be a permanent ileostomy).

I really, truly thought the Stelara was going to work. And in fact, I do think it works. But I need to take it every 4 weeks instead of every 8 weeks (because that’s when it wore off and I have proven to metabolize these medications quicker than most people, as evidenced by my Humira serum levels never getting above a “2” even with weekly injections and no antibodies). And IBD Specialist has *all* her patients on an every-8-week injection schedule with Stelara. So I highly doubt she will do me the favor of letting me try every 4 weeks. And I get it–how much time would it really buy me? Surgery is imminent. I just don’t want to deal with it right now. I want to move into my new house and have another baby. I want to enjoy the holidays with my family–BG is at a magical age and I want to soak up every minute of her little-ness. I’m so tired of being sick and tired though, that I’m about ready to throw in the towel and just do what they tell me (instead of researching and fighting for more options). I’m not “ready” for an ostomy, but I am really, really tired.

XOXO,

MLACS

My Potterybarn Life

So of course the house won’t be finished on schedule. My gut instinct (and plenty of experience dealing with contractors) told me as much. They said it will be a “couple more weeks” and we can deal with that–but no more than that.

Meanwhile, I have been entertaining myself by shopping both online and in stores. It’s been quite a thrill! Mr. MLACS and I agreed on a budget and he has given me carte blanche to do as I please. I’m happy to say that I have been able to buy a lot of my first choice high-end items (potterybarn, restoration hardware, crate and barrel, west elm, williams sonoma, etc.) and then some lovely modestly-priced items as well (target, wayfair, hayneedle, home goods, etc.) and even some custom pieces from etsy and local artists.

But the “pièce de résistance” is my PB comfort slipcovered custom sectional sofa in “everyday linen”. I have always dreamed of having a potterybarn slipcovered sofa and I ordered exactly what I wanted–even upgraded to the feather down filling.

I also bought a PB leather recliner that I adore because it is very stylish, but it’s really for Mr. MLACS–mostly as a decoy so he doesn’t sit his greasy a** on my PB couch when he gets home from work or comes in from playing outside with BG and the dog. Mr. MLACS has been wanting a recliner for ages, so it’s win/win for both of us.

I see my facebook newsfeed full of fiery indignance about politics/politicians/social injustice/other very important things that I should be more aware of. And I wonder if I’ve truly become a shallow person, because I give no f*cks about any of it. None. I watch cartoons all day and sing songs and play playdoh and buy groceries and sweep up gobs of pet hair and cook dinner. But do you know what really inspires me??? What really matters to me???

My muthaf*ckin’ potterybarn sofa sectional. That’s what.

Sorry to disappoint you if you thought I was better than that. I’m not.

I have literally spent hours agonizing over which throw pillows to accessorize my couch with. HOURS. Who does that???

Me. I do that.

All the pinterest’ing and online shopping has been great because it keeps me off social media (I love/hate social media–mostly hate) and gives me something to look forward to. I feel giddy every time the doorbell chimes and I see the UPS/FedEx/USPS carrier making haste toward their vehicle, because I know that means there is a special delivery for moi! BG gets excited too and loves to open the boxes with me and reveal the “prize” (BG’s short for “surprise”) inside. It never gets old for either one of us.

I could sit here and wax poetic about all the faaaaaaabulous things I’ve recently acquired (the boxes of which are cluttering my foyer and the UPS guy has to wonder WTF is going on because I can barely open the door).

But let me also enlighten you about the current state of my colon.

I will see the IBD Specialist this Thursday (so 3 days from now). I need to discuss some things with her:

  1. I’ve still got this perianal fistula. Lately it itches a bit–is that good or bad? It doesn’t hurt though. And I’m still slightly incontinent (anal leakage). So I’d like to see one of their Colorectal surgeons and get their opinion. Also, I want to know if they will do a laser fistulotomy. And if they are capable of doing a colectomy laproscopically. Sh*t I should probably already have asked, but did not have the presence of mind to even consider until recently.
  2. The Stelara is working, but I worry. I just hit the 3 week mark post-infusion and I’ve read the half-life of Stelara is 3 weeks. I woke up today with a bit of blood and mucus. Is it wearing off already? Or is this a blip on the radar? My concern about it “wearing off” is legit IMO because I “failed” Humira due to my serum levels never accumulating to theraputic levels–because as IBD Specialist phrased it, my body “clears it too quickly”. So, like, maybe it’s clearing the Stelara too quickly? They have me scheduled to take my Stelara injection 8 weeks from the initial infusion, but they could move the Stelara up to every 4 weeks. My question is: what has to happen for them to give me Stelara every 4 weeks?
  3. I’m very determined to wean from the prednisone, and I’m down to 27.5 mg, but I was supposed to drop to 25 mg today and decided against it due to the blood and mucus. Frustrating.
  4. As my prednisone goes down my weight goes up. Isn’t it ironic? Prednisone was like dexatrim for me at higher doses. I lost almost 30 lbs. And now I’ve gained like 25 of it back. I feel much stronger physically and much sharper mentally, so I’m grateful for that and I would WAY rather be chubby than sick. But, it’s still disappointing to have a fat face from prednisone and now a giggly tummy to match. This is definitely something I have some control over and I need to go back to recording my food on myfitnesspal and making better choices. However, it’s harder to make good choices when I’m tired and sore due to prednisone withdrawal–the fact is that I crave sugar. I should probably see an endocrinologist regarding my hypothyroid and adrenal fatigue.
  5. I still want to start TTC soon and I need to know the IBD Specialist’s criteria for when it’s in the realm of possibility. I don’t intend to wait until everything is peachy and perfect, because that likely will never happen. I just want to safely muddle through a pregnancy before having my colon surgically removed–this doesn’t require me to be in full remission, as half-assed remission will suffice.

Ok that’s all for now because BG is peeved that I have not been catering to her this morning and I’m afraid she’s going to complain to HR. Gotta go.

XOXO,

MLACS