It has been a few years since I last posted. I really needed some support when I first starting going through this crazy journey of multiple illnesses stacking up on one another eventually being found to have APS Type II which is a fancy name for "my immune system prefers to attack me". I could find information on each disease. I could find blogs and stories of people who had theses diseases. But I could not find someone who had faced so much all at once. I could not see a light at the end of all these scary doctor appointments and tests and hospitalizations. I felt lost and alone, and understandably scared. I started this blog because it was what I was looking to find. I knew that there must be more people going through this, yet no one was talking.
 
   A few years into writing, and being very vulnerable, I was told by someone that the information I was sharing would be better put in a journal. I got another comment or two after that as well. It started to make me feel bad. Just two or three tiny statements had this enormous affect on me. I shut down. I no longer wanted to share my story. I read non-fiction all the time. I love learning the ins and outs of anybody's stories. I thought that if I shared I would help someone else. Then these statements made me feel as if I were doing something wrong.

   I started this blog with the intention of it eventually turning into a book. From the time I was first diagnosed with Type I Diabetes I was told I needed to write a book. As things played out for the next decade, the inquiries about a book kept flowing in. I continue to get encouraged to write a book. "It will help doctors." or "someone just like you needs this right now." or "it is so incredible, it is almost unbelievable." So, here I am again at my keyboard. Whether or not I ever turn my story into a book, I do not know. What I do know is, if I can impact someone I need to act.

   Without going back detail by detail, I just want to re-introduce myself. I am a 37 year old wife and mother. I grew up in rural NM. At the age of 12 or 13 I was diagnosed with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis. That is similar to having a slow thyroid except the thyroid is actually a goiter or inflamed. My father passed away from Type I Diabetes when I was very young. At the age of 20 I was found to have the disease as well. I was in college studying psychology at the time. My goal was to help special needs individuals. That diagnosis made me take a bit of a turn and I decided to also study nursing wanting to eventually become a diabetic educator. Suddenly I began to have another problem. This time it was interstitial cystitis. A condition that prevents your bladder from maintaining its mucus layer leading to ulcers and burns inside your bladder. I began medication and started to feel better. I was told, however, that fertility was going to be an issue. Not being married and only being 21, that information went in one ear and out the other. I did have a long term boyfriend, but I am a total Type A personality so babies were not on my mind.
 
   Jokes on me. I found out I was pregnant at 22. I was warned the pregnancy was not good. I continued my studies and had a healthy baby boy nine months later. Things seemed to be stabilizing. I had good blood sugar control and my thyroid medication was on point. I no longer needed my bladder medication because the IC had gone into remission. None of this stopped me from striving to reach my goal of a career in medicine. Until one fateful day my boyfriend, now husband, found me face down in the closet at 6am. I had had a seizure. Mind you, we thought we knew all of my health issues and epilepsy was not in the mix. The seizures became more frequent and continually unexplained. After about a year, we decided to move back to our rural hometown for a slower paced life hoping that would help. Unfortunately it didn't.

   As time went on the snowball rolled.  I was sent to the Mayo Clinic twice which only gave us a clear diagnosis of epilepsy. That made it necessary for more testing in our local region. I was found to have full blown Celiac disease which lead to a diagnosis of pernicious anemia, chronic atrophic gastritis, alkaline stomach, and gastroparesis. I was sent to a rheumatologist who diagnosed Lupus, but things still didn't seem right. To me or my doctors. I was sent to an immunologist. They found an array of allergies. Then suddenly, an answer.

   I was diagnosed with Schmidt's syndrome or Auto-immune Polyendocrine Syndrome Type II. That's a fancy way of saying I have an overactive immune system that is attacking my body in multiple places. This made the myriad of diagnoses come together. But as all diseases do, they progressed. I finally agreed to go to Johns-Hopkins University. From there we were told my stomach had come to a halt and I needed a device called a gastric stimulator to survive.

  Six weeks later we were in Dallas preparing for this new chapter. I got the stimulator implanted and began gaining a little strength and weight. My weight had gotten as low as 82 lbs. We spent four years in TX so I could be close to the doctors that implanted the device. Through those four years there were hospitalizations and a few bumps in the road, most of which are documented in previous posts. We eventually made the decision to move back to NM because I was becoming overwhelmed with being the patient, not feeling like a human. We chose a place on a major freeway so access to doctors would be easier because, let's face it, I do need monitoring. I also made sure there was someone nearby that could mange my stimulator.

   The past four years have played out fairly smooth compared to my roller coaster decade and a half prior. Things have progressed as most diseases do. My stomach is no longer really responding to the stimulator. The battery will last about a year or two more if I am lucky. At that point, I will have to decide whether to replace the battery or remove the device all together. Because it has been so long (2013) since it was implanted I am worried I do not remember what it felt like to live without it. Through a lot of long, hard talks with my husband I have decided to let it die. I will hopefully be mentally strong enough to leave the device in for two to three months nonfunctional. This may give me a better idea of how much of a difference the stimulator has on me. If I decide to live without it, we can then remove it.

   To be honest, my knee-jerk reaction is to take it out. The battery pack is under my skin in a pocket above the muscles. The leads go through the muscle to connect to the stomach. The battery pack takes up the entire left lower quadrant of my abdomen. For someone who is 5'3" on a good day and hangs out around 100 lbs right now, that is a lot of space. With my diabetes I have an insulin pump which is connected to the body by an infusion, similar to IV's except it is just in the fatty tissue not any veins. It needing to be in fatty tissue limits your sight options to the abdomen, love handles, buttocks, inner thighs, or back of the arm. A continuous glucose monitor, Dexcom, is also something that needs to be stuck into fatty tissue to read blood sugars through interstitial fluid in fatty tissue. All that being said, I have very little fat so I have my Dexcom on the right lower quadrant of my abdomen. That leaves the mini love handles for my pump infusions. The Dexcom and insulin pump infusions create scar tissue. Scar tissue does not absorb insulin properly and does not allow the Dexcom to have accurate numbers. We have tried other parts of my body, but these are the only places that work. Problem is, the scar tissue is building up and I have no where else to go. If I had that left lower quadrant of my abdomen available for my diabetes management devices it would help.

   The conundrum here is blood sugar versus nutrition and weight. With the paralysis of my stomach and the multitude of other digestive issues, food is not absorbed properly. This wreaks havoc on my blood sugar. A normal stomach pumps about 16-24 times per minute acting like a blender with your food and passing it on to the small intestine. If I am lucky, mine will do that in a day. Food does not travel consistently or fluidly. Sugar is absorb through your small intestine so not knowing when the food actually will get to the small intestine causes some issues when trying to manage my blood sugars. Add that to the scar tissue I have building up causing trouble with insulin absorption and diabetes management is nearly impossible. I do what I can with diet and exercise, but a gastroparesis diet is completely opposite of a diabetic diet.

   It is recommended that people get around 25 grams of fiber per day. Fat is ok, but best through plants and nuts. And protein recommendation is about 40 grams. Every body is different, this is just general. For diabetics, if you follow this diet with very little sugar you can be smooth sailing. Now for gastroparesis it is recommended to keep fiber less than 10 grams per day. Same goes for protein. And fat should stay around 5 grams per day. WHAT?! Yeah. Think about that one for a second. One egg is roughly 6 grams of protein. One slice of bread typically has anywhere from 2-5 grams of fat. A banana has about 3 grams of fiber. Now, imagine your typical day and your typical diet. Seems nearly impossible to meet all these bench marks or limits. There you have it. What would you do?

  This has just been a brief re-introducing of my health background. Let's remember, my health does not define me. Reading this is daunting and it all sounds depressing and scary. The truth is, you're right. But I am not living in a pity party. I still have a million blessings all around. I still have the crazy mom days. I still find a way to exercise EVERYDAY because I love it. It makes me feel better. It makes me happy. And it makes me feel proud and accomplished when I have conquered something. I love to read. I like crime shows and comedy specials and sports. My son is autistic and teaches me so much. We have a crazy little 9 month old Australian Shepherd mix who makes us laugh everyday.

   In an effort to not make this post any longer I will sign off for the day. My intention is to return to writing. I would love to share with you my antics, knowledge, health, and personal growth through this journey I call life. I will leave you with this little nugget. I have become friends (in my mind) with a health and fitness coach on YouTube named Caroline Jordan. She says "Smiling is an advanced move if you feel the need to kick it up a notch". I feel the need, ladies and gentlemen.