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The princess and the potato

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This might come as a bit of a surprise seeing as how last week I pretty much spammed you with posts for Feeding Tube Awareness Week, but here I am a week later and I no longer have a feeding tube.

Whoa what? What’s going on? When did this happen?

I’m just going to tell you the whole story, okay?

Here is the story, start to finish, from the day my feeding tube went in to the day it came out.

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And now here it is in words.

Once upon a time last week at my GI appointment, we decided that we were going to go ahead and have my feeding tube removed. I was hesitant to tell anyone because I knew that without a proper explanation it would be really easy to get the wrong idea and think that this is a good thing. It is a good thing, but it’s also a bad thing.

Let’s start with a good thing, like the fact that my abdomen is no longer constantly aching or in pain. Right from the start my belly decided it didn’t want the foreign object there and so it has spent the last two years trying to get rid of my tube. I had problem after problem with it, more problems than are normal, but I put up with those problems because what else could I do? The tube was hurting a lot, but it was helping a lot, too, seeing as it was how I got all the calories I needed to do important things like stay alive. Except then it stopped being helpful and for over a year now I have been getting all of my nutrition from TPN.

Which brings me to a bad thing about this. Despite the fact that my body hated my feeding tube from the get go, tube feeds are a lot better for you than TPN. TPN means a central line which means the possibility of blood stream infections. It’s also not especially friendly to your liver. And it’s just not natural or convenient or easy.

It’s a confusing situation, I know. I got my feeding tube because I was sick and I got it removed because I’m sicker, not better.

Good thing, bad thing, whatever, but one thing this is not is an out of the blue spontaneous thing. I have spent many months contemplating this decision and considering all of my options. In fact, I have spent so much time thinking about this decision that I’m not sure what I’m going to spend all my time thinking about now that it’s out!

Okay back to my GI appointment last week. Once we decided having my tube removed was a good, reasonable decision, my doctor faxed a requisition to interventional radiology saying so, and all I had to do was wait to get an appointment. Easy.

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How tubes normally sit

But my belly, even though it was getting what it wanted, couldn’t go down without a fight. I woke up on Sunday morning and I couldn’t stand up straight. My abdomen was in so much pain and everything hurt…moving, breathing, laughing, yawning, talking. I knew exactly what was happening because it’s happened many times over the last few years: my I-refuse-to-be-a-lady-in-waiting abdomen was trying to push out my feeding tube.

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How my body likes to deal with tubes

By Monday afternoon the balloon holding my tube in place was wedged in the tract running through my abdominal wall which by the way is really painful. It hurt enough that I called IR to beg them to get me an appointment as soon as possible. Thankfully, when I talked to them on Tuesday they could fit me in on Wednesday afternoon. Phew! Only 24 hours to go!

Here comes a plot twist!

Later that night I noticed my tube inching out more and more. At first I panicked and started to shove it back in, but that was incredibly painful. Plus, it was scheduled to be removed the next day anyway. And so I pulled it out! It was disgusting and exhilarating all at the same time, and to be perfectly honest, I am rather surprised that I was gutsy enough to go through with it. Thankfully the next day was garbage day so that grosser than gross tube was taken right to the curb. So efficient! And I saved myself a trip to the hospital. Double efficient!

The pain relief was almost instantaneous! And less than 48 hours later my stoma is healing really well. All that granulation tissue that has been trying to heal that site for two years is now very happily living out that dream. As soon as it got what it wanted my abdomen shut up and calmed down. Leah and I compared the situation to the story of the princess and the pea, but a really giant pea. More like a potato. It was like the princess and the potato.

And that’s that. I don’t love the situation I’m in, but I do love that I am potato free. It’s possible I will have another feeding tube placed one day, but for now I’m happy to have one less thing to think about and a little more freedom. All in all, I’m left with a really weird story to tell and a really weird scar to show for it.

The end.

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When you know someone who can’t eat

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Alright friends, I have one last post for Feeding Tube Awareness Week! My previous two posts this week talked about what it’s like when you can’t eat, and today I’m talking about what to do when you know someone who can’t eat.

To recap, as many of us with feeding tubes know, we live in a very food-centric society, a fact that becomes painfully obvious when all of a sudden you find yourself unable to eat like everyone else. Think about it — family dinners, lunch with friends, coffee dates, dinner dates, picnics, treats at the office for someone’s birthday, happy hour, Halloween candy, wine tours, chocolate on Valentine’s Day, Thanksgiving dinner, meeting for drinks, juice cleanses, summer barbecues, going for ice cream, wedding toasts, cheers-ing. As a society, our social lives are built around food.

For those of us who are unable to eat, we don’t want to miss out on everything, but it can also be really awkward to be surrounded by food all the time. And for those of you who are able to eat, it can be awkward to know how to include us. There are many different reasons for someone to need a feeding tube or be on TPN, so it’s not a one-size-fits-all situation when it comes to having a friend or loved one who is unable to eat, but here are some basic guidelines on how to approach it.

For starters, whenever possible, try to hang out with us in a way that doesn’t revolve around food. Many of us with feeding tubes are dealing with chronic illnesses that leave us short on energy, so low-key activities are great places to start. Think movie afternoons, coloring parties and craft sessions. We also likely spend a lot of time going to appointments and running boring medical errands, but your company can make these tasks a little more exciting.

As for the rest of the time when food is a focus?

Respect our restrictions. Sometimes “just one bite” really can be a problem. If we say “no thanks” or turn down your offer, it’s not personal, it’s self-protective. Please don’t keep encouraging us to try something, because we might feel pressured to please you but then end up suffering consequences later.

Keep inviting us. Acknowledge that we might not want to join in, and try not to take it personally if that’s the case, but please keep giving us the option. Not being able to eat while everyone around us eats is hard, but missing out and not being invited at all is hard, too.

Shift the focus. When possible, create a situation where food isn’t the only focus. For example, if it’s warm enough outside, eat dinner on the deck so we can enjoy nature and have lots to look at rather than not knowing where to look while everyone else at the table is eating.

Let us take the lead. Don’t make it a requirement that we sit at the table while everyone is eating, and if we choose to leave the room, let us be. We may need to leave the room if the smells are strong or our symptoms are acting up, but we also may need to leave the room if we’re having a bad “I really miss food” week and we just can’t stand to watch you eat our favorite meal.

Enjoy your food. And don’t feel bad for doing so! In fact, we want you to enjoy what you’re eating because we would give anything to be able to eat it, too. There’s no need to apologize for enjoying your food…please don’t take a taste, look at us sympathetically and then say “I’m sorry, but this is so delicious!” All that does is draw attention to the fact that we’re not eating and remind us that we’re missing out. Feel free to exclaim over your food all you want, but the apology isn’t necessary.

Resist the Q and A. Avoid questions such as, “Is this just torture for you?” or, “Oh man, I would just die if I couldn’t eat! How do you do it?” while you’re eating in front of us. One, it likely is slightly torturous. And two, if it’s not torturous, that’s because we’ve managed to focus on something other than food, and we don’t need you to keep reminding us of it.

Our illnesses are not enviable as weight loss strategies. Joking that you want our condition so you won’t eat so much or so you can lose weight is not funny, it’s insensitive. Usually when people say things like this they are trying to make us feel better, but it usually just makes us feel misunderstood.

Appreciate. Appreciate your food. Appreciate your body. Your body can take the food you eat, digest it and turn it into fuel, all without making you sick and miserable. Do you know how incredible that is?! Now and again, take a second to recognize how totally cool it is that your body does what it’s supposed to do.

Basically just carry on as usual and don’t draw attention to the fact that we’re not able to eat, because I can guarantee you, we are well aware of it already! Asking questions and trying to understand how it all works and how it all feels is fine, and honestly appreciated much of the time, just try and do so at a time and place when it won’t single us out as the only one not eating.

One last thing! Thanks for loving us. Thanks for reading this. Thanks for trying to understand us a little better. It means more than you know.

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When you can’t eat part two: the feels

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Whenever someone asks me a question related to what it’s like not being able to eat, I usually shrug and say, “I don’t know, I’m just used to it,” and then change the subject.

I am used to it, but that doesn’t mean I like it or that I’m always okay with it. Not being able to eat can be really tough, but trying to put it into words is also really tough so a one sentence reply is just easier. However, I’m going to give it a go, here. Yesterday I covered the facts. The logistics. I talked about how it all works, not being able to eat. Time to delve deeper now. Today, let’s talk about how it feels.

First of all, I want to eat. I ate normally for 18 years so I know what things taste like and I have favourite foods. I get cravings and when I watch people eat I want to be eating, too. I know I’m part medical device at this point in time, but I’m still human, and as a human I’m hardwired to eat in order to survive. Not being able to is frustrating and sad, and that part never goes away, it just becomes part of your normal.

I cycle through different this-is-what-not-eating-feels-like phases.

There are times when it honestly does not bother me, when that frustration and sadness are easy to forget about. I sip on my ginger ale, I eat a lifesaver here and there, and I don’t really give it a second thought.

Then there are times when the absence of food in my life is impossible to ignore. Imagine going on a roller coaster that’s really fun at first but then you start to feel sick and you just want to it be over. Afterward you think “yikes, I don’t want to do that again.” Except everyone else had so much fun and wants to go again. You still feel sick and don’t want to feel worse, but you also don’t want to miss out on the fun, so you go with them once more. This time you have an even worse experience and so you decide you just cannot ride that roller coaster anymore. But everyone else is still having so much fun and they decide to ride it again. And again. And again. And you just have to sit there watching and waiting for them to stop riding the roller coaster. Yes, you are glad they are having a great time, but you feel so left out and it seems so unfair how something that is supposed to be easy and fun makes you feel so terrible. You hate your body for getting in the way of your ability to enjoy life. You’re stuck there just watching and waiting for everyone to get tired of that roller coaster, but they never do. Sometimes not being able to eat is like that, and during these ‘roller coaster phases’ I often find myself wishing I hadn’t gone to the theme park at all.

And then there are the in-between times. During these times I feel somewhat removed from it all, kind of like when you drive someone to or from the airport. You might think, “Oh I wish I was the one going away,” but it doesn’t really phase you that you’re not. Overall you’re just happy for your friend or family member who gets to go on an adventure. Except the thing is, when all you ever do is drive people to the airport without ever actually getting to take a vacation yourself it can be hard not to feel bitter. Lots of the time I don’t mind driving people to the airport, but I do get disheartened when I realize that I can go to the airport all I want yet I can’t ever actually get on a plane. Still, when I’m in this so-called ‘airport phase’ being part of the experience in some way, even if it’s just being along for the ride, is usually better than not being part of it at all.

The thing is, though, I wish I didn’t have to choose. I wish it didn’t come down to driving people to the airport or not spending time with them at all. I wish it didn’t have to make the choice to gather with everyone and watch them eat, or to not be part of the gathering at all.

But I do. I do have to make that choice because our social lives are built around food.

It’s one of those things you don’t realize until you’re on the other side, but think about it. Family dinners, lunch with friends, coffee dates, dinner dates, picnics, treats at the office for someone’s birthday, happy hour, Halloween candy, wine tours, chocolate on Valentine’s Day, Thanksgiving dinner, meeting for drinks, juice cleanses, summer barbecues, going for ice cream, wedding toasts, cheers-ing.

Sure, I can be present for all of that, but it’s not the same as being part of it. I’m watching, not doing.

As a society we gather together around food. We celebrate around food. We sit around the table or cozy up with our coffee and tell stories, recount memories, and discuss topics of all different depths. If I want to be part of that then I have to put up with being around other people eating while I fight against the basic human instinct to do the same. And that sucks. I hate being the only one not eating, but I also hate missing out on anything. I don’t want to watch my friends and family eat food that I wish I could eat, but I do want to spend time with them.

It’s an impossible situation.

RCH TPN (3)I make a conscious and consistent effort not to think or talk about this too much for two reasons. One, I don’t want anyone to feel like they can’t eat in front of me or feel bad when they do. As hard as it is not being able to enjoy food like everyone else, it’s even worse knowing that they are enjoying it a little bit less because of me. I already feel a lot of guilt knowing how my health problems spill over into other people’s lives so the very last thing I want is for those people to have to adjust their lives for my sake even further. I don’t expect people to avoid eating in front of me and I think it would be unreasonable of me to do so. People gotta eat! I have to eat, too, I just happen to do so via my veins.

The second reason is that thinking about this all the time doesn’t help matters or change anything. Some days are harder than others, and some days the constant fight wears me down, but at the end of the day I try to be very accepting and matter of fact about it all. I can’t eat and that’s just the way it is. I can’t sing either. Or whistle. I let myself feel sad when I need to, I let myself lament sometimes that life isn’t fair, I stay away when I need to, and then I just do my best to focus my energy elsewhere. Life is hard enough without constantly thinking about how hard it is.

Now here’s where this sad posts gets happy. I don’t have food, but I do have people. Not only do I have awesome friends who also can’t eat and who understand what it’s like, but my friends and family who can eat also happen to be awesome. And not only do they understand when I don’t want to sit at the table with them, but they are just so delightful to spend time with that they make sitting at the table worth it. I would give almost anything to be able to eat, but I wouldn’t give up the people in my life.

Sure, I wish I lived in a world where I didn’t have to choose between food and people, or rather between being around people while they eat food and not being around them at all, but that’s not how it works. I do have to make that decision. When I lay it out like that, though, it doesn’t seem quite as impossible a choice to make. People with food or no people at all? People win.

I may not be able to eat, but I do have a reason to be at the table, and for that I am grateful.

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Sister, brother-in-law and brother. My all time favourite reasons for being at the table!