After visiting the Mayo Clinic, I finally have a diagnosis for my chronic health issues. I’ve been waiting six years for a diagnosis, but the experience of actually receiving one has been quite different from what I imagined. Maybe this is because I was diagnosed with so many things all at once, which quickly became overwhelming. I’ve definitely learned a lot in the past two months, and have had many things to contemplate.
Receiving a POTS and Dysautonomia diagnosis was in no way surprising. I’ve been asking Doctors to test me for autonomic conditions for two years. After I did the autonomic testing, I received a phone call the following week to tell me the results, which did in fact confirm the diagnosis. I instantly felt relief. There was no more guessing, and no more begging doctors to listen. I also love being right, so I felt quite smug, although this is not the kind of thing you want to be right about. I was relieved to know that I didn’t need to have an ablation or a pacemaker.
Then frustration hit, because dysautonomia is not something that is easy to treat, and there just aren’t many options. I’ve already taken every medication used to treat POTS when they thought I just had inappropriate sinus tachycardia, and they all failed. I’m trying to have hope that a few lifestyle modifications will help, but realistically I know that many people still struggle after making those changes. I made as many changes as possible right away, and so far I’ve only felt worse. I do think (or at least I want to believe) that some of these things will help at least a little bit, but it’s going to take more like six months to see any results.
The gastroparesis and pelvic floor dysfunction are two things I definitely didn’t think I had. I had always associated gastroparesis with a lot of vomiting, and since I rarely vomit I didn’t think it pertained to me. Now that I have the diagnosis I can recognize quite a few of the lesser known symptoms that I have, but never thought much about. I also didn’t realize just how many of my symptoms corresponded with eating until I started paying more attention to them. When your body is constantly doing weird things you don’t always voice all of them. When I do bring up a new symptom to my parents, they always say, “When did that start?” and I’ll be like,” well it started like six months ago…” because if I told them everything that my body does that it shouldn’t do I would never stop talking.
Leaving school because of all of this has been really hard. My education is so incredibly important to me, and to have to pause it once again has been difficult. I also hate being unproductive, but many days I just don’t have a choice. I am planning to return to school in the Fall, and maybe even take a Summer course online. I don’t know if this is foolish, since I’ve only gotten worse in the past two months, but I need something to look forward to and work hard for.
When I was undiagnosed, I never knew what the future held. That was both terrifying and relieving. It left a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe this would all end one day. Now that I know it won’t, it’s not the easiest thing to cope with. Realistically my life will probably look a lot like it does now forever. I’ll have good days and bad days, I’ll flare and I’ll have months where I’m able to be around 60% functional. I’m still trying to figure out what I should do about my career path, knowing my body cannot handle a job that requires me to do much physically and that I cannot work long hours. However, there’s always the possibility that things will truly get better, so I don’t want to hold myself back.
I try not to think too much about the possibility of things getting worse, but it’s always kind of hanging around in the back of my mind. Having a diagnosis hasn’t necessarily given me much peace of mind, but I am glad that my treatment options can be tailored towards the cause of my problems instead of just guessing. I’m still working on the whole “positivity” thing. It doesn’t always come naturally to me and I think I just need some more time. Overall, I am grateful for the answers I have received. I have spent too many years begging for any answers, so to have figured out quite a few of my issues has been indescribable. It’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that we know what’s wrong. For so long I was a “head-scratcher,” a “difficult case,” and a “medical mystery.” I’m still just a girl trying to figure it all out, but at least this girl has some explanation for it all.