It has been quite some time, almost 7 years, since I last wrote on this blog.
I want to give a little background on myself as it has been a long time since I have written and for those of you who might start following, I don't want you to have to go back in time and relive my life 7+ years ago.
In 2002, after years of stomach pain and quite some time of bleeding and discomfort I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis.
Over the next six years I found myself on and off of steroids, changing medications relatively frequently, doing enemas on a nightly basis - including in my dorm room my freshman year of college (that was awkward). I spent some time doing Remicade infusions and though they worked for some time it wasn't what my body wanted.
In July of 2008, I flared for what would be the final time with Ulcerative Colitis and demanded to have my colon removed. I had had it. The road ahead would turn out to be quite a bumpy ride but nevertheless, I survived.
In about a month and ten days or so, I will celebrate being large intestine, colon and appendix free for nine years. It doesn't even seem possible. I can remember the days that followed in the hospital feeling like my world was coming to an end. Obviously, I was wrong and there was much life to be lived without some major organs.
The nine years since surgery have been filled with ups and downs, with feeling great and with feeling terrible. The past year or so has been filled with quite terrible bouts of depression and an almost constant feeling of anxiety. While meeting with my therapist, who I see on a weekly basis, we decided to determine what the root of my depression was and it seems to stem back to that initial diagnosis when I was just 12 years old. The years that followed were years where I felt incredibly alone - don't get me wrong my family was a great support but no one was in the bathroom with me holding my hand while I experienced terrible pain that left me doubled over on the toilet. Not to mention, UC isn't the most attractive disease to be talking about.
Regardless, my therapist and I decided that it was finally time I experience some of the emotions behind all I have dealt with. I have since went in search of support groups of which I have become a member of several - Thank God for Facebook! And in this search I came across SCD.
I have decided to begin the Specific Carbohydrate Diet and am inviting all of you to follow along with me on this next crazy journey of mine.
For more information on SCD, take a little looksy right here