An Endless Recovery Loop

Chapter 8 – The Truth Shall Set You Free


An Endless Recovery Loop

That week as the kids were out of school, I actually ventured out to a movie with the family and shopping with Nan.  Wow, a taste of normal life!  But it was not normal of course.  I still had toxic gas and intense bloating coming and going.  And the gas was coming out both ends.  But since the end exiting my stomach was contained in a bag that was not a huge social issue.  Unfortunately for everyone involved, there was no containing the toxic gas coming up out of my mouth.   There is nothing that can describe the nastiness of the burps that were bursting forth, other than toxic gas.  I tried to hold them in, but it was no use.  They could not be stopped.  And on the way home from the movie theater the kids were all groaning and moaning in pain from the stench which instantly filled every crevice of our minivan.   I would have felt bad for them if I weren’t nearly dying from it myself.  Windows down, freezing winter air blowing in was the only way we could survive the drive.

But even still, I was home!  I was with my family!  And certainly this had to pass sometime.  But how?? And When?  It had already been a month since the surgery and I was still having major intestinal and digestive issues.   They told me they had “removed the problem” when they removed my diseased colon!  Well, my problems were clearly not removed.  And that was highly disconcerting to me.

Nan and I discussed frequently whether or not I had been diagnosed correctly.  We wondered, and worried a bit, whether I actually had Crohn’s disease and not just Ulcerative Colitis.  The Doctors were 99% sure I just had Ulcerative Colitis and that the surgery was “curative”.  They love to cure things with surgery!  Isn’t it great?!  We can just cut the bad part out and you’re healed…hurray!!

Ummm….OK Doc.  What about the fact that there is a reason why I got this diseased colon in the first place??  Any idea what that reason may be?  And did we solve the root cause of the issue, or did we just chop out the symptom?

“Well….nobody knows for sure.  It’s a complex issue.   So many variables!  It’s most likely a genetic issue.  Food definitely plays no factor in the cause of your issue.  There is no proof that diet has anything to do with it.  We do know that we have cured the Ulcerative Colitis now by removing your colon.”

It seemed more and more apparent to me that my problems were not gone and my body was not “cured”.  But I kept holding on to the hope that the doctors were right, and it would pass, and I would be OK eventually.  Meanwhile I was still in pain!  I couldn’t sleep at night without taking narcotics to dull the stomach cramping.

Thanksgiving day came and we enjoyed a delicious meal prepared by my siblings.  But sure enough, that evening after eating too much food, and definitely too much of that delicious Marie Calendar’s chocolate mousse cream pie, the bowel pain set in severely.  More bloating.  More diarrhea.  More toxic burps and gas.  More narcotics to try to sleep.

I tossed and turned in my rented hospital bed and woke up frequently.  Wondering if I would ever heal.  Wishing I could sleep in my own bed again with Nan.  Still hooked to an IV for nutrition and liquid each night.  At least by now I figured out how to remove the IV tubes each morning by myself, using my teeth.  A huge success of independence and a step toward freedom!  But am I ever going to recover from this?


[headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]A Doctor Who Can Heal[/headline_tahoma_small_left]

Back in September a good friend had referred me to his ‘magic miracle worker doctor’.  He raved about how the guy miraculously knew the solutions to his family’s health challenges.  Every one of his treatments brought satisfactory results.   He was over the top in his testimonial of the man.  I was easily convinced.

I was desperate at the time and open to anything in October.  The traditional, insurance covered medical community wasn’t helping me.  But the first time George’s Doc could get me in, I couldn’t make my appointment.  I had gone to the ER and was stuck in the hospital in mid-October.  I rescheduled.  Then during the next appointment I was nearly unconscious recovering from major surgery in another hospital.  The stars weren’t lining up, but I felt pulled to see this Doctor.  Finally the day after Thanksgiving I was able to keep my appointment with Dr. Lundell.


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November 23, 2012 I left Dr. Lundell’s office with a huge bag of natural supplements, a very long receipt for blood tests, stool tests, and the Doc’s time, and nearly $2000 less available credit on my card.  “Well that was an expensive kick in the pants!”  I thought, since natural cure doctors are not covered by most insurance.  “Thanks George!”

Here’s the jist of how the visit went down:

Dr. Lundell:  They did not ‘cure’ you by removing your colon.  You will continue to have problems and pain throughout your life, and you’ll inevitably be back in the hospital for more surgeries if you don’t change your diet dramatically.

Me: Umm…Uhh…OK?  Are you sure?

Dr:  Yes.  Your problem is not just genetic.  And it definitely was not just contained to your colon.  There’s a reason why you’re still in massive pain, bloating, and gas, beyond just recovering from surgery.

Me: Do tell!

He proceeded to lecture me for about 90 minutes on how my immune and digestive system works, and on the reason why I got the disease in the first place.

FINALLY!!!  A physical person in the medical field who will actually admit there is a cause to this stuff!  You have no idea how refreshing it was to hear this, and at the same time daunting and completely overwhelming.  He confirmed everything I had read in many books, which the medical doctors all dismissed as ‘anecdotal’.  And my feelings told me Dr. Lundell knew exactly what he was talking about, and that he was right.

He told me the reason why different types of foods stress the digestive and immune system and why they are large contributors to all auto-immune diseases and disorders.  He confirmed that the causes are indeed complex and many, and that genetics does play a role in what part of the body is weaker or more prone to attack.  But in no uncertain terms he showed me that emotional stressors as well as physical stressors are at the root of the cause of all auto-immune problems.  And he showed me why the food we put in our digestive tract is one of the largest of those stressors.  There are many books and studies on this topic, so I won’t even attempt to go into much detail here because I wouldn’t do it justice.  I will just stick to the basics of what he told me and share with you what happened to me.

In a nutshell, he educated me in general, and then he told me specifically what I should and should absolutely NOT be eating.  He told me in no uncertain terms that I should not be going anywhere near wheat, anything with gluten, all dairy products, all refined sugar, and a bunch of other inflammatory foods such as peanuts and anything in the nightshade family (tomatoes, eggplant, peppers, etc.).  And he told me I should eat only organic foods, and only the highest quality meats that were grass fed, organic, and/or wild caught.  And eat absolutely nothing that had been made with genetically modified ingredients.  Then he prescribed a bunch of supplements including digestive enzymes to aid in the absorption of nutrients, probiotics to help restore good bacteria, and natural anti-inflammatory substances like Aloe and others to aid in healing.

Nan and I were together at the appointment, and his extreme education and recommendations had left us both stunned, bewildered, and in a state of sticker shock.  We had already maxed out our $10,000 medical insurance deductible for the year.

But we felt he spoke the truth.  And he backed it up with nearly a ream of literature that he sent me with for homework.  But it was such hard truth!  I wanted to believe the medical Doctors!  Their way seemed so much easier and more convenient.  I wanted to keep eating Belgian waffles smeared with butter and maple syrup, fruit and whipped cream!  I wanted to eat pizza, and a juicy burger and French fries!  I wanted to eat ice cream and strawberry milkshakes dangit!!!  Am I now doomed to never eating what I want ever again?  The thought was overwhelming.  What about caramels and dark chocolate.  Certainly I could eat those in moderation right?  Nope.  Not according to Dr. Lundell.  I wanted to cry.  I wanted to crawl in a hole and hibernate.  It was daunting for Nan as well.

One of the first things he said to us was: “Sugar is poison.”  And he meant it.  “There is no place in your life for refined sugar.  It is a toxic substance that only damages you and does you no amount of good.”

But I don’t want to be an outcast of society!  I don’t want to have to watch what I eat specifically for the rest of my life and dread eating at restaurants or at friends houses because I don’t know what’s in the food!  I want to be normal!  And all the doctors at the hospital assured me they had cured me and that food has nothing to do with it.

Well, all the medical doctor’s assurances were pointless, because I was still in massive pain and not recovering well at all.  I knew I had to give Dr. Lundell’s advice a complete and honest try.