I had been taking the "Digest" pills that the Iridologist had given me for about a month, and I was getting worse not better. After consulting my Mom and my other practitioners they all told me the same thing. They said that I could possibly be having a "Healing Crisis". That is when during the healing process, your symptoms get worse, when the body is getting rid of all of the toxins that have been stored up. When this process is over you generally will improve.
But my "Gut Instincts" were working over time again, I had a feeling that there wouldn't be any improvement or healing from this. I thought that the ingredients in the pills were just feeding my "Monster" and that he was getting stronger. I missed more work in that one month than I had in the four years I had been working at that job. I gave it more time like they suggested, but felt it wouldn't matter how much time I waited, I felt so sick, and I only weighed eighty-five pounds, I thought I was going to die.
My Dr. and Mom were concerned as well, and he finally called to make me an appointment with a Gastroenterologist. I couldn't wait to go. The two weeks dragged by, but the day finally came. My Mom brought me to the appointment. The minute I saw him I knew he would be able to help me, being incredibly good looking didn't hurt either!
He asked me a lot of questions about my symptoms, my pain, medications I was taking, and my diet. He threw out the antacid pills that my family doctor's partner gave me and said they were useless. I was then examined. He felt the glands on my neck, and when he pushed on the lower left side of my abdomen I almost jumped off the table it hurt so much. We all went into his office to talk. He said he thought that I could have Crohn's Disease or Colon Cancer. I said "I'll take that crone thing" meaning that I really didn't want to have Cancer. What he said to me next frightened me. He said that many of his Crohn's patients commonly wish that it was terminal because they really suffer a lot, it's painful and there is no cure. Before he finished his sentence, I stood up and said "Wow, I feel so much better all of the sudden, so maybe I'm okay now". I looked at my Mom and sat right back down, joking around like that is just a defence mechanism for me or else when I'm nervous or afraid I would end up crying. His secretary scheduled me for a Colonoscopy (he didn't really get into what that was all about) and on the way home we stopped to have all of my blood tests done.
It was two weeks until the Colonoscopy, and I was finally ready for answers and treatment.