It began with pain in my stomach and back. Things were complicated when an x-ray showed a renal blockage believed to be a kidney stone. I was told I had stones coming from a tumor on my adrenal gland. I do have a tumor on my adrenal gland but I seriously doubt there were ever kidney stones. Over a period of a year I visited doctors, general practitioners, OB/GYN, neuro, ortho, gastro and ER doctors. I had MRI's, ultrasounds, and X-rays. During the year I also lost nearly 100 pounds. I was told I had herniated discs in my lower back, a uterus the size of a 4 mth. pregnant woman, ovarian cysts, kidney stones, paralyzed stomach muscle and (my favorite) psychological problems.
I gave up. The last doctor I went to told me I had 30 days to live. After I went home I thought about the 30 day thing. It turns out 30 days would make it around Christmas time when I would die. I really didn't want to do that to my children. After considering my options I decided to go to the ER. I can't provide all the details but within 30 minutes I had a tube up my nose and was admitted to the hospital. After two days of further testing and the doctor I needed came in and told me I had three blockages in my intestines and a mass on my pelvic wall. Surgery was scheduled immediately.
He saved my life. Not only did he take care of the problems but he did so without me needing a colostomy. Although he and the other 8 doctors who were assisting were shocked, thankfully it was not cancerous. It took two weeks of being feed through the IV in my neck before I was discharged. I was so weak; I bent over to pick up something, tipped over and could not get back up.
As a result of the misdiagnosis I was suffering from malnutrition. Apparently the other doctors thought it was OK for me to lose weight since I was overweight to start out (not morbidly obese but not thin) The malnutrition caused me to lose my hair and most of my memory of the two years prior to surgery. It also took a very long time to regain my mental ability. My short term memory was not existent. It took me a very long time to get my mind working again. In fact, it was two years before my mind was anywhere near what it used to be. I still have memory issues and finally accepted this is the way it is. I am thankful that was all I lost.
I wish more doctors actually listened to patients and were not merely interested in paying for equipment and prescribing medications from companies in which they have an interest.