My Story of Hope and Ulcerative Colitis

As many times as I closed my eyes and envisioned of having a normal life again, a needle jabbed into my arm and slammed me back to reality.

Sitting there in my hospital bed I always thought what I could have done to prevent me being there.

I began having odd symptoms I could not really explain a few months before. I had told my mom about the bloody stool and the cramping, but assured me it was probably nothing too serious. Figuring I was a pretty fit and healthy 17 year old I really had nothing to worry about. A couple days went by and the cramping became worse along with the bloody stools. I was in chemistry when I had fell to the floor with excruciating pain. I had a classmate help me to the office where I called my parents to admit me to the ER. And that is where it all began, the blood work, the tests, colonoscopys, endoscopys, and X-Rays. I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis.  Many doctors appointments went by and I was so ill I was admitted into the local hospital for evaluation. Hospitalized and angry, I didn’t give off the best attitude for a young lady. With a childlike mentality I took most of it as a joke. I was better after about a week of fluids, needles, ivs, oral steroids, pain medications, and hosp ital gowns. I didn’t realize how serious this illness after about a week and a half. I started to go in reverse. None of the new meds were helping, at all. My grandma had passed away the same week I was going to be readmitted into the hospital . I was able to attend the funeral but I was not able to stay for long. My mother brought me straight to the house, packed the things I had needed most and took me to the hospital.
So, there I was, admitted once again but I had a different attitude this time, I was scared. I was put on liquid steroids and a lot of fluids. Dropping down almost 30 lbs in weight and having a hemoglobin of 6, I had almost lost all hope. I was helpless. I was dying.

Having your family surrounding you with despair and worry on their faces was the worst thing I have ever experienced. My father; the toughest man I know, grabbed my hand and started to cry. I stared at him, trying my hardest to squeeze his hand. My lips trembling, a tear rolled down my cheek as I quietly stuttered “I love you”.
I still can not explain the thoughts that were running through my head when my doctor tried explaining to me what was going on. His words faded in and out when I was listening to him… “Too much blood loss… level 6 hemoglobin … anemia… life threatening … transfusion…”. It was all a blur to me, almost like the whole situation wasn’t real. I was ready to give up the fight, TKO. I decided to pray. I needed to try, I haven’t prayed since I was 7. I begged God to give me strength to pull through it. To give me courage. I didn’t sleep that night, I cried and cried and cried. A feeling came over me, like, everything is going to be okay and to keep fighting, so I did. I fought from giving up that night. The morning came and so did 3 nurses and my doctor. Handing me a paper and a pen, he told me it was the only option. I read the paper over and was horrified of all the risks printed off in bold font, I took the pen with my weak hand scribbled my name.
All I remember is a needle and staring at the blood slowly drip from the bag to the reservoir, and slowly working its way down the tube. I blacked out.
I really don’t know how long I was asleep, but I woke up alert and a bit more energized than I was.
After a few more days of recovery and evaluation I felt real again. I was released a couple days before my discharge date. I walked out of the hospital, in remission .
I am now 20 and still battle ulcerative colitis everyday, and I never give up hope. I have realized that if I would have given up hope, I probably wouldn’t be here right now. And I thank God everyday for giving me the strength to fight.

-written by Lisa_GTP

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6 thoughts on “My Story of Hope and Ulcerative Colitis”

  1. You are truly an inspiration. I understand your feeling of despair in the hospital…but what an amazing attitude you have for being so young. Good for you. Keep it up. You are a great example for young kids out there!

    Best of luck.

  2. You are truly an inspiration. For being so young you have really embraced your situation with grace and a calmness that I wish I had when I was in the hospital. Depair is such an awful feeling, so sorry that you had to go thru that at such a young age. You are a wonderful example for young people today!
    Thanks for sharing!
    All the best,

  3. Love you, Lj. No matter how much we hang out or don’t, i’ll never know your pain but you know you’re an inspiration to all who know your story and have their own.
    Always fight it out, girl!

  4. Thank you for your comments, I really appreciate it. I just hope that my story will give someone somewhere the courage and hope to fight through this disease. :)
    XoXo_ lisa

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