Bittersweet Road to Recovery

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

Recovery is a word that can be seen as both, something positive and negative. On one hand, recovery signifies better times, better life ahead, and no more pain. However, it also reminds us of what we had to lose in the process, the reality that we had something we needed to recover from, and a lot of other things. Recovery is even scarier when we do not know if it would last long or if it is just the calm before the storm.

My already low self-esteem took an even more downward spiral.

During our journey of recovery, we might not be our best selves. There is a lot we might have given up and the loss feels more real when we are healthier. Post my surgery and remission I started comparing my journey with others and started realizing all the ways I have been lacking behind. My career was on hold for the two years that I was in a horrible flare, my master's grades were not as great due to my flares, and my social life was practically non-existent. My already low self-esteem took an even more downward spiral, which was surprising, as I had expected being in remission would help improve my self-esteem. What did not help were comments of people saying finally I would stop crying all the time or that at least now I can start having a career. I started comparing myself to those my age and started resenting myself for not being where they were. In this process, I was becoming a bitter person who was unhappy with others' success and was wallowing in self-pity.

A year ago I could not get out of bed or eat a single morsel of food. Now, I am healthier, able to eat what I love, and do things I have wanted to do.

What I forgot to realize was that being in remission is my growth! A year ago I could not get out of bed or eat a single morsel of food. Now, I am healthier, able to eat what I love, and do things I have wanted to do. This is a huge accomplishment for anyone with a chronic illness! I did some self-reflection and realized I was being too harsh on myself. I am a part of a fellowship that helps others like me and I realized how big of an accomplishment this is! There is no fixed definition of growth and success.  Instead of feeling bitter over others' success, I started being a part of their happiness. They were there for me when I was at my lowest, so it is my turn to be there for them. I started celebrating the small successes in my life and it made me feel proud of myself. One of the steps to recovering was accepting the fact that it is okay if I am not on the same path as others, as my journey is my own and is unique. Our bodies have been through a lot, so the fact that we can function with all the pain is a huge accomplishment. Our society is always going to have this “fixed” measurement of success. However, setting my definition of growth and success made me feel free and liberated.

“Each person has their journey and there is no fixed timeline for achieving goals in life.”

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My Journey with Health PTSD

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

World mental health day was marked on the 10th of October. In today’s world, there is a lot more awareness and acceptance regarding mental health concerns. However, not much is spoken about the relationship between having a physical illness and its impact on one’s mental health, or vice versa. I have always been very vocal about accepting and understanding mental illness and aim to be an advocate for those going through it. Being a student of psychology and hopefully a future psychologist, I felt it was my duty to contribute to destigmatizing mental illness. What I never expected was that I would have to be my advocate as well!

2017 was a very difficult year for me, there were a lot of new changes happening, from getting my diagnosis, to learning how to cope with it. My mental health was getting affected since then itself, but I was unable to recognize those signs. During my non-flare-up days, I’d still not be calm, because subconsciously I was always expecting a relapse or something to go bad. I would constantly overthink and worry, which was very unlikely of me. I started finding comfort in anger. Since I had no control over what was happening to me, Anger was the emotion I would always resort to because being happy caused me a lot of anxiety. Whenever there was a situation that went well and made me feel happy, after a few minutes I would be filled with the dread of something going wrong. I could never make impromptu plans, and any change in routine would get me to spiral into a state of anxiety.

“Since I had no control over what was happening to me, anger was the emotion I would always resort to because being happy caused me a lot of anxiety. ”

Starting to notice that these emotions and feelings were not just stress, I did my research. I realised what I was experiencing could be Health Related Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (Health- PTSD). It is commonly seen in individuals who are going through a lifelong illness (1). This was surprising to me, as being from the mental health field, I assumed PTSD only relates to extreme trauma in life, not realizing in a way, having Crohn's was my trauma. I was experiencing the anxiety of the surgery and reports indicating a relapse, the depression of the flare-ups, the grief of losing myself, and the fear of being hospitalised. I was experiencing this more once I reached remission, which made sense as I was experiencing it post-trauma. The trauma of the pain, of not being able to eat what I love, hating the way I looked, having zero social life, and many others. We do not realise how much an illness can impact you overall. Crohn's is more than just a physical illness.

My experience made me realise how important it is to advocate for this. I took the step of seeking help and was lucky to understand the signs, albeit a bit later. However, not everybody can recognize these signs, especially as there is not much awareness about the coexisting relationship between physical and mental health. PTSD is not just limited to the most spoken-about traumas. Trauma is trauma, the magnitude of it should not be a determining factor. It is okay to ask for help and seek help. We are always going to hear comments like, “you are depressed because of this?” or “people have it worse”, but don't let that stop you from seeking help. Only we know what we are going through and have to be our advocates!

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(1)  Pietrzak, R. H., Goldstein, R. B., Southwick, S. M., & Grant, B. F. (2012). Physical health conditions associated with posttraumatic stress disorder in U.S. older adults: results from wave 2 of the National Epidemiologic Survey on Alcohol and Related Conditions. Journal of the American Geriatrics Society,60(2), 296–303. https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1532-5415.2011.03788.x

How I Prepared for My Surgery

By: Maalvika Bhuvansundar

Hearing the word surgery is enough to give a lot of us nightmares. During my early stages of diagnosis, I was told of a future where surgery might be required, but I never thought such a day would come. Well, looking back at it now, I realize how wrong I was for assuming this. For a lot of us with IBD, surgery might be inevitable. However, there are also a lot of individuals with IBD who might not require surgery and could reach remission with medication and lifestyle changes. It wasn’t the case for me though. After six painful years of being sick, surgery seemed like the most probable solution. Got numerous tests done once again for the 100th time and realized that my intestines were narrowed. The good news was that Remicade was working well for me, and the narrowing was getting better but at a very slow pace! I was given two options, either I could get hemicolectomy surgery done or could rely solely on Remicade which might take longer to ease my symptoms. The following steps helped me make a clear decision:

Make a pros and cons list - having things written out helps make a more objective and rational decision.

• Get all the required tests done and always ASK for a copy of your reports.

• Always get a second opinion! It’s our body and we have every right to get as many second opinions as we’d like. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

• Make a pros and cons list - having things written out helps make a more objective and rational decision.

• Ask your doctor every doubt you have regarding the surgery even if it may seem repetitive or irrelevant. It is better to make a decision with all your doubts and concerns answered.

Luckily for me, my aunt and uncle are both doctors, and they assured me that getting this surgery would be the best decision I took, and they were spot on! There are a few things to keep in mind for post-surgery:

Ensure they have given you the medications required to take at home.

• Always write down the instructions given for home care.

• Ensure they have given you the medications required to take at home.

• Do not leave without the discharge summary!

• There are chances of having constipation post-surgery; it is a pretty common side effect. Ask the doctors what to do if this situation pertains to avoid anxiety and stress regarding this once you are back at home.

• Do not miss your follow-up appointments!

Thanks to this life-changing surgery, for the first time in six years, I am symptom-free, and though I will always have the scar to remind me of the pain, it also reminds me of the decision that helped me lead a better life. This experience showed me that life could take a different turn unexpectedly. However, the scary choices may sometimes be the best ones we’ve ever taken!

It's not all about the bass - feeling comfortable in your skin.

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

Ahh, the ever classic “All about that bass”, the so-called “revolutionary” song which was meant to show body positivity. One question though: How is it body positivity if you are putting down other body types? Body shaming is something I have endured constantly. Growing up, I was an extremely plump and chubby kid. Every vacation used to be a nightmare with relatives constantly telling me to eat less and become slim. To a preteen! That's where the root of my low self-esteem began. I was told by people that I wouldn't have friends if I don’t reduce weight. So growing up, when I did not understand the lyrics, it's all about that bass… by Meghan Trainor was a revolutionary song for me. It made me, and I’m sure a lot of other girls like me, feel amazing about our bodies. But what about the others?!

I was told by people that I wouldn't have friends if I don’t reduce weight.

A few months before I got my diagnosis, I started losing a lot of weight. Each month I would have lost around 2-3 kgs. Very soon, the chubby girl became the skinny one. It was very confusing for me and my parents as to why I was losing all this weight. Post the diagnosis, at least we knew the reason. It was very new and weird for me to look this thin and I knew this was not a healthy weight loss, but I did not have any control over it. Keeping down food got difficult, and I developed this fear of eating as it was associated with pain. What added to this were the comments of other people.

There was one group that cheered this weight loss, glorifying it without knowing the pain I was in. Then, there were the others that made me feel ashamed of being so skinny. The constant, why don't you eat, are you trying to diet, you looking this skinny is UGLY got too much. I refused to step out of my house because of this constant judgement. Random strangers used to advise me on how to gain weight and that being this skinny is not good. Strangers did not know the cause of my weight loss, but when the family and friends that did know about it made such comments, it hurt the most. The constant comparison with others in my family to casually making “jokes” and trying to funny about my weight was horrible for me. It was impossible for me to gain any weight, and it was not like I did not know that I was dangerously underweight. But “Eat up!” was not the solution, and food was the main pain-causing component for me at that time.

If you are healthy and feel great, then who cares what shape and size your body is? People are going to comment either way.

Post-surgery, now that I am able to slowly gain weight, this fear is always still there of what if I go back to my preteen body type. On the other side, the fear of relapse in weight gain is also there. I’m sure a lot of individuals with IBD would experience body dysphoria, the feeling of not belonging in your skin, and hating the way you looked in the mirror. That was me for most of my life. This experience made me realize that what truly matters is feeling healthy. If you are healthy and feel great, then who cares what shape and size your body is? People are going to comment either way. What truly matters is your health. To this date, I am not fully comfortable in my skin, but I am making baby-step progress towards it.

My Journey as an International Student

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

Living on your own in a new and beautiful country sounds like one of the best things that could happen. For individuals with a lifelong debilitating illness like IBD, it can be extremely scary to live alone. The independence could come at a cost as there is a lot that could go wrong, but there is also so much that can go right!

My journey began with a lot of uncertainty, all these questions: Should I even be doing this? Would I survive without my parents there? What do I do if I have a flare? How would I manage cooking when in flare, and so many more. I had never even slept over at a friend's place since the diagnosis, as my home was my haven, let alone move to a completely different country! This was when my parents stepped in and explained to me, this was my dream to go to the UK and to pursue it no matter what. To make things easier, my dad travelled with me to the UK and helped me settle in. 

One of my biggest fears going in was, how would I make friends with this condition, would I even have the energy to make new friends? I decided to keep my fears aside and to be candid about my condition. It was not worth it for me to make friends who would not understand my situation, and I’d rather not have such friends. Being candid truly paid off in the best way possible! The friends I made there were understanding of my condition and acknowledged that with this condition, there are certain limits. They always found a Crohn's friendly alternative for us to do and never made me feel inferior. I remember having one of the worst flares I had experienced there and being worried about how was I going to tackle this. Let me tell you all that it was the moment after the flare that gave me the confidence that I GOT THIS! I survived a flare alone for the first time, and although it seems weird that something like this made me so happy, that’s what I was: happy. My friends who were in the UK constantly checked up on me and so did my new ones. It gave a sense of relief that although, to a large extent, I have to deal with this alone, I had people who I could turn to at such times.

Just when I thought I got this and I can handle everything, the biggest crisis we all faced hit, the PANDEMIC. I had plans to go back home, but the flights were suspended. I was in shortage of medicines and every supermarket was in shortage of food. I genuinely did not know how I was going to survive this. Calling home and crying about it my mom gave me the best advice, either I can cry at this situation or see how to manage the crisis. I contacted all the nearest clinics and found to my relief that the one closest to me was open. The first thing I did was meet the doctor and stock up on the meds. As for the food, well, Mom to the rescue. Within a day, she couriered all necessary items and made sure I had enough stock to last me for months. Another thing that helped me get through this was my friend. She was studying in another city in the UK, and we decided the best thing to do was to be together during this time. Together, we made sure to make the best of the situation and be each other's support at that time. She was a lifesaver! I do not think I could have survived the pandemic on my own.

IBD had taken a lot away from me, but I am glad I took this step despite all the fear and apprehension. Living in a new country turned out to be the best decision of my life. I got to pursue what I had always wanted to and learned a lot about myself. This experience was needed for me to have the confidence that I can manage things on my own.

There are a few simple steps one can take to make sure our journey in a new country goes smoothly. In collaboration with one of the fellows, we are coming up with a handbook containing useful information for anyone deciding to move to a different place for their studies. Hopefully, you all have the same amazing experience I did!

Grief with IBD: Remember to Turn on the Light

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

Grief is a term generally associated with the loss of a loved one. In this scenario, the loved one is me. Grief for me was losing the person I used to be before my Crohn’s. I was always a happy and vibrant kid who would just never stop talking, never one to make plans beforehand, and was very flexible. I used to take life easy and would never overthink any scenario. I became a completely different person, to be precise, the exact opposite of who I was before. I’m always overthinking, moody, and can not function without a plan. It felt that instead of being a part of my life, Crohn's became my life. Activities that used to bring me happiness like dancing and reading, were no longer of interest to me. I used to love going out with family and friends, but the thought of going out scared me. I felt the safest inside my house, having minimum interaction with the outside world. This “safety”, however, did not bring me any happiness. I was constantly miserable even when I was not in a flare. My mood started reflecting on my behavior with others. I was constantly snapping at my family and getting angry for no reason. I became this person that I could not recognize. I remember distancing myself from my friends and internally blaming them for the distance.  

After a struggle of three years, I reached a short-term remission in 2019. The timing could not have been any better, as I was relocating to Manchester to pursue my Master's. For my Master's thesis, I was researching grief and suicide bereavement. That is when I had my eureka moment! The themes that emerged from the research were isolation, anger, guilt, and loss of interest in activities that once used to bring them happiness. During this research I realized these were the exact emotions I had felt. Upon self-reflection, it made sense that, in a way, what I experienced was a type of grief. Grieving the girl that used to get happy at the smallest of things, the one who used to take life as a beautiful journey, and the girl who never used to get angry. I was using unhealthy coping strategies to make up for the grief I felt from losing the person I was before.  Along with grieving the past me, I was grieving the future. All these questions of will I be able to work, find someone who accepts my condition, and a lot of other things. I remembered one of my research participants expressing how much she lost in the present day by worrying about her past and future; it was completely futile. This type of grief is something I am sure many individuals with a life-long illness might feel but would not have realized what it meant.

““Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.””

— Albus Dumbledore, 'Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban'

At that particular moment, this quote from Harry Potter resonated with me: “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” I was so focused on hating my situation that I forgot to switch on the light in my life, to appreciate those that stuck by me. Crohn's may have played a part in this internalized grief of mine, but it was me that refused to see the good things. Yes, I am no longer the girl I used to be; however, Crohn's made me a much more resilient and empathetic individual. It instilled in me the sense of being nonjudgemental and understanding others struggles. I started to appreciate my body for working its best to survive despite the condition. I was grateful for my family and friends that stuck by me despite my infuriating behavior. It was an eye-opening moment for me.

I made a promise to myself to start doing the things that once bought me happiness, no matter how small they are. We cannot change the past, nor can we predict the future. Why waste away our present amidst this?! It is very natural to grieve the things we lost due to our illness and what we think we might miss out in the future. At such times, I stand in my balcony and remember to switch on the lights in my present life and find happiness in the smallest moments. When we have an illness that takes a huge toll on our body, we must make sure that on the days we do feel okay to make the most of it.

The Unknown with IBD: My Journey of THE DIAGNOSIS

By: Maalvika Bhuvansunder

Crohn's, is a term I am familiar with now, to the extent it feels that I am synonymous with it. In medical terms, Crohn's is defined as an inflammation in the gastrointestinal tract, which manifests in symptoms such as abdominal pain, unexpected weight loss, and many more (Baumgart & Sandborn, 2012). However, all I could understand was that I am in for a journey filled with lots of pain.

It was in 2016, that my health started to get worse. I lost a lot of weight, was not able to eat properly, and was moody all the time. My family and I initially thought that maybe it was the flu or food poisoning. However, my health never seemed to improve. Deciding to go to the doctor, I had made up my mind to expect the worst. To my pleasant surprise, I was diagnosed with anaemia. I say pleasant because my mind had made up that I had cancer, and in comparison to cancer, anaemia was a piece of cake. Despite getting treated for anaemia, my health remained the same, with no improvement whatsoever. Later, I was diagnosed with amebiasis (Pritt & Clark, 2008). I was relieved thinking finally, I have a proper diagnosis. Things seemed to improve for a while; however, it started to get worse. At the suggestion of my GP, we met a gastroenterologist. Now, before this, I was completely unaware of such a discipline in medicine, so my family and I went in completely blank, not knowing what to expect.

“All I could understand was that I am in for a journey filled with lots of pain. ”

The first thing my gastro told me, based on my previous reports, was there seemed to be some sort of inflammation in my abdominal area. I was told to get a colonoscopy done, only after which the doctor could confirm a diagnosis.

On the way home, I started to research the entire colonoscopy procedure. I was stressed out reading the process and was hoping to find a way out of undergoing the procedure. Thinking back to it, I am not sure what I dreaded more, the prep process of having to drink that awful colon cleanse, or the actual colonoscopy itself. Had I known before what colonoscopy was, I might have been less skeptical about it. The day of the colonoscopy went pretty smoothly, and I was drowsy for most of the day. We were not told anything that day and had to return a few days later for the official diagnosis. We again went in completely blank, not knowing what to expect. That is when I got THE diagnosis, CROHN’S. Now, I had never heard such a term and neither had my parents. The doctor’s explanation regarding my treatment plan just sounded gibberish to me. The one thing that I could not take my mind off was, this condition does not have a cure; it will be with me for the duration of my entire life.

We always hear how an early diagnosis can solve half the problems; however, with any gastro-intestinal condition, the dilemma is that the symptoms are very similar, and getting an early diagnosis may not always be possible. From personal experience though, I feel with IBD it doesn't really matter when we get the diagnosis as it is not a curable illness.

“ This condition does not have a cure; it will be with me for the duration of my entire life. ”

The scariest part about IBD for me was the unknown. Not knowing when a symptom will hit you, how severe it will be, not knowing if you can make it to plans and outings, and not knowing if it's an IBD flare or the flu, always having to be afraid, fearing the unpredictable. I had never met anyone else with my condition, and I did not have anyone to ask questions about this. I was unable to comprehend why I got this and was really unsure about how I will get through it. Accepting this condition took me a long time. I realised something through this process, the importance of support. If we have the right kind of support and care team, slowly but steadily we will see improvements. Above all, we will be able to accept our condition, and it makes the predicament of the unknown a little less scary.

References:

Baumgart, D., & Sandborn, W. (2012). Crohn's disease. The Lancet, 380(9853), 1590-1605. https://doi.org/10.1016/s0140-6736(12)60026-9 

Pritt, B., & Clark, C. (2008). Amebiasis. Mayo Clinic Proceedings, 83(10), 1154-1160. https://doi.org/10.4065/83.10.1154