I’ve had bladder issues my entire life, but these last six months have been pure misery. I’ve ended up with an infection after every single monthly Crohn’s chemo infusion. Apparently, my bladder is my body’s weak spot and therefore the first to “go bad” each time my immune system is knocked back.
I was furious with how several male urologists dismissed my pain and my history and so I found a female urologist several towns over that would see me. After a good phone appointment last week, today I got to see her in person for the first time. It was worth the painful drive. Not only was she gentle and thorough, but she actually listened to me and believed my experiences. This may sound surprising if you’ve never been dismissed by a doctor as having your physical symptoms all be in your head (or attributed to mental health). Yes, this happens. Often. So it was no small feat when I found a doctor who recognized me as an intelligent and active part of my own care.
On this day…
- 1 year ago: Life has repeats
- 2 years ago: Seeing my writing hero in person
- 3 years ago: He’s finally back
- 4 years ago: The adorableness of Abby and Nana