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Nothing is for Naught

As told to Yehudis Kormornick

I was stunned. But you said he was fine! All the tests came back clear! You said it was nothing! I felt like screaming. How can there be no hope? After my initial shock, I resolved that I wouldn’t let him go without a fight. I would not give in until I had fully advocated for my husband.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

snow  At first, we never suspected a thing. After all, my husband David was fitter than most 52 year olds. He was a tennis coach, he ate healthily, he never smoked. But as his 53rd    birthday approached, his stomach started to become sensitive.

“There’s no need to worry.” the doctor assured us. “It’s just a case of irritable bowel syndrome.” In passing, David mentioned the tiny, almost miniscule nodules clustered around his navel, he’d noticed them a few months ago but hadn’t given them a second thought. The doctor dismissed it. We saw at least three doctors after that and each one told us the same thing: “It’s nothing.” 

As David’s symptoms persisted, the doctors ran him through the gamut of tests: blood, cancer of the bowels, colonoscopy, X-rays, and a CT scan. All came back clear. But by late September, David felt sickly all the time. He was unable to eat and he was getting thinner and thinner. 

It was at the point when he couldn’t even keep water down that we called in the doctor.

“I think you’ve got an obstruction in your bowel,” he said, writing out a prescription. As the doctor was leaving, David mentioned, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, by the way, I’ve got lots more of these little nodules.” The doctor looked at the bumps that were barely visible to the naked eye, tiny bumps that had spread all over his body. The look on his face said it all: This is serious.

 

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