As I’ve discussed here since, in the Fall of 2007 my world turned upside down and around and around.  My heart was failing, I was told it was really bad, and the journey I’ve written about over the four years that would come after hasn’t been an easy one.

However, around the exact time of my diagnosis I found Kris Carr.  It was like a gift from the universe. Her documentary “Crazy Sexy Cancer” and her subsequent appearance on Oprah a few weeks after the documentary’s premier brought her into my orbit and made me feel not so alone.  Her infectious attitude and fearless approach to life came at a time when I needed it most and I credit my approach to healing and attitude about healing to Kris.  After all, we were similar… she was young, a NYC party girl, she too seemed like an unlikely face for a deadly disease when “the record stopped” as she says in her doc.  I  started this online journal to share my experiences after I felt the impact her documentary had on me.

As I took on the full-time job to heal myself I used Kris Carr’s journey as a road map and when I needed inspiration I would turn on her documentary to remind myself that I wasn’t alone.  Last year at a particularly hard time in my healing process Kris was offering one on one phone consultations and I jumped at the chance.  Once again, she was able to set me on a path with my head straight and a reminder to surround myself only with people who bring me up, people who support and protect me.  That phone conversation was so needed at the time and coming from her, someone “like me” who had experienced all of the same mortality issues at a young age, it inspired me like the first time I had saw her on tv. I felt strong enough to face what was ahead of me once again.

As time went by I followed Kris. I belong to her online community, I go there for juicing recipes and support, I volunteered at events around NYC where she was appearing just to hear her speak.

And now I find myself inspired by her yet again.  My hero through the biggest test of my life, she reminds me how beautiful it is to have found a “guru” in the form of our chronic illnesses.  To see the beauty in what it has taught us, to embrace and accept, and I watch her catapulting into the proverbial spotlight and I am proud of all she stands for. I love that she is a fighter for health and wellness; a fellow warrior in healing.  I am proud to be a part of her tribe.

This article again came at a time when I really needed it.  I needed inspiration, a kick in my ass to get out of this funk I’ve been in for most of the summer.  Kris always reminds me why life is so sweet and this journey of mine makes it sweeter, it makes me special.  I know how much I want to live this life, not just exist. She reminds me to keep going no matter what.

I even have the pink streak in my hair to remind me that I am not alone.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/14/magazine/kris-carr-crazy-sexy-entrepreneur.html?pagewanted=all

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I’ve been working extremely hard the past few months. I mean, I’ve always considered healing to be my full-time job but recently it has really taken over my life again.  I am 1000% dedicated (absorbed in, obsessed with) healing my heart.  For me it’s the one and only thing on my mind at all times.  Since the very beginning of 2011 I’ve been on a new plan… It is all about Orthomolecular Medicine!

As I’ve vaguely mentioned here before, this new focus includes MEGA doses of vitamins and a special diet avoiding foods that I have come to find out I am allergic to (which turned out to be practically everything).  It has been one hell of a few months…  Major ups and downs, but I’m actually grateful to have a plan. The doctor who oversees this approach is a genius in his field, a true pioneer, and it was a task to even get in to see him.  At any given moment there is a 500 person wait-list to get an appointment with this wonderful man and I was determined to get in front of him no matter what.  Through shear determination, support, prayer, and a whole lot of luck, the universe clicked and I was able to become his patient –and have since been on his plan!  I am working 24/7 to get my heart healed.  It’s been intense. Very intense. And I am swallowing hundreds of pills of vitamins per week.  This is my one and only hope so I’m all about it.

There’s so much going on it’s tough to explain it all here in one post but this approach is one that is cleansing my body of a virus that we think hit my heart and was still lurking in there somewhere.  This means, I get worse before I get better and let me tell you, my pain flare ups and general fatigue have been off the charts.  I am white-knuckling it most days but I just keep focused on the larger picture:  that it is possible to heal myself, that my heart can and WILL get better!  (It has to. This will go no other way).   There are a few signs as of late that show my this may actually be working…  I’ve gained weight (which is a HUGE plus)!  For three years I haven’t been able to put on weight and I am actually looking more like “Lauren” these days; not so drawn out and sickly.  I also walk any chance I get and I find that I can walk blocks and blocks without getting short of breath.  Just a couple of shimmering glimmers of hope that get me through the days.

It has been intense.  So intense, in fact,  I’ve been in “hiding” somewhat.  It’s not sadness or depression, I just feel so different from everyone else at times.  My reality is quite different from the reality of anyone else my age that I often feel misunderstood, or at a loss of things to talk about besides my health and vitamins, foods, nutrition, etc.

So these days it’s all about balance. My goal for the summer is to allow for other aspects of my life to exist with my healing routine.  It can’t all be black and white. I’m getting my support group back on track (it sort of fell by the way side when I wound up in the hospital in April), and I think connecting with other women my age who deal with chronic illnesses is a good way to manage and connect on a level that I feel is missing in my life right now.  Baby steps.

A few images of a day in the life on my new treatment:

This is my breakfast dose. I divide, organize, and package my vitamins according to doses (Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Bedtime) and I’ll do one week’s worth at a time.  The reason for this is so I make it easier for myself, of course, but also because I HAVE TO… seeing that I take so many vitamins there is not a single pill organizer that can hold my doses!

Just some of my Breakfast dose. Since this picture was taken I have added 6 more pills to my morning dose (as of late March).

Organization in action. I do this once a week.

The magical Vitamin Drawer

This body of mine.

At times I’ve chosen to make it my enemy.  At times, I’ve rebelled, pissed that it wouldn’t do the things I wanted it to.  Then came the phase where I learned to accept and love.  And accept and love. And respect, and then comes some more acceptance.

But nothing, NOTHING prepares me for the times when the chronic pain sets in.  I’ve been white-knuckling it for weeks now, and it’s about that time when the pain starts to change you.  It changes your personality, your patience for people and things.  It’s a constant car alarm set off in your head day in and day out. Irritable isn’t the word.  Sit, stand, sit, fetal position, lie down, stand up, pace…. torture.

What is a human’s breaking point I wonder?

The cherry on top of this gift:

To say that managing chronic pain is difficult is a major understatement. Up until this week my Rheumatologist was managing my medication regime.  Recently the pain has been so bad that I have had to up the frequency of  my pain meds which has resulted in my tolerance going up as well.  I am completely open and honest with my doctors, I keep them in the loop at the very least weekly, and earlier this week I was YELLED AT by my doc when I told him I needed more pain medication. He was screaming at me on the phone.  I was made to feel like I was doing something wrong, like I CHOOSE to be in a position where I need to call this man up and rely on HIM to help my pain. It’s the worst.  It is degrading, and hurtful beyond words to be looked at like I am something other than a patient suffering from intense, debilitating chronic pain.  To be accused and treated like a piece of shit crushed me. Instead of talking it out with me this doctor decided to wash his hands of the situation and tell me to “go to the ER” which is just not an option for me. It was a big “fuck you, I don’t care about you” get out of here, this is too hard for me now.

Since then, I have been home every single day nursing my pain.  I refuse to go to the ER.  I can see the predicament so many chronic pain sufferers are in when their doctors do not understand their pain, or maybe do not believe them.   I’ve heard horror stories like this, I’ve heard terrible stories in support groups where women have had to actually buy drugs off the street because no one has believed them or managed their pain correctly.  This is now the second time I have had to experience a doctor’s lack of compassion when it comes to this touchy subject.  People abuse pain killers, and it’s such a slippery slope with these things and I understand the need to be efficient.  But to be an asshole as well?   Not OK.

I don’t even know where to go from here.  It makes it hard for me to trust anyone with an MD attached to their name at all.

Not one doctor understands what it’s like to live with pain like this each and every single day.  And I’m proud of myself because I handle it quite gracefully. So gracefully in fact that almost everyone around me forgets that I am in constant pain.  But it’s there and it is MIND BLOWING.  It is changing me.  This chronic pain is a thief.  It sucks the creativity from veins, the vocabulary from my brain, the motivation from my body.  It is silent and deadly.

I must stop here or I fear I will go on and on.  I don’t even know what I hope to gain from this post.  I guess I need to resuscitate the hope I once had.  Reasons to keep going because right now I feel like I have nothing left to give.  I cry myself to sleep almost every single  night. Well, on the nights that I actually sleep…

It’s no secret that a hospital stay is always a sure bet when it comes to yours truly feeling like she is moving backwards.  This last one was no different, and it certainly messed with the momentum I had gained early in the year when it came to feeling so healthy and confident in my healing routine and getting out of the house.

A lot has happened and I haven’t written about it mostly because I find myself in a familiar state of trying to understand it all.  I’m taking a lot in and my life is very overwhelming –which isn’t a bad thing.  There’s the usual efforts and routines of living with a chronic illness and taking excellent care of oneself, but my life took a new trajectory back in February when I made a decision to take a new path, one that is complimentary to Western medicine yet not without skepticism.

It’s all about Orthomolecular Medicine for me right now.  Basically, I keep to a special diet and very large doses of vitamins (there is so much more behind that statement but it will take some time to explain).  It’s intense, hardcore, but I am so happy to actually be “DOING” something.  The most terrible part of the past three years is when i was told that there is nothing I can do, that things will take their course, and I couldn’t avoid ending up with a heart transplant.  But there is no way I could accept a “sentence”.  I always knew there was something out there that I can do.  I have control over whether or not I take part in this intense regime and althought it’s tough swallowing 36 pills first thing in the morning, I look forward to taking my vitamins every single day.  I am feeding life to my heart again.

I’ve had some mind bending, earth shaking, deeply philosophical moments over the past two months, ones that I hope to share when I can find the appropriate way to express myself.  Most exciting and beautiful are all of the things I continue to learn about myself, and of course, about other human beings.  Layers and layers and layers… fascinating. Sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes joyful, but fascinating nonetheless.

Tomorrow is a big day for me.  Heart check up at Columbia Presb.  We are taking a peak into the valves and walls of my heart with an Echocardiogram first thing in the morning…   I cannot wait.

I can feel things changing inside of me. If things go the way I think they will tomorrow, we will have something to celebrate this weekend!

Day 2 of my hospital admittance (really day 3 considering those lost 23 hours in the Emergency Room but who’s counting), and my mind is starting to turn on me.  Desperation is the only word I can use to describe me right now.  Desperate to be better, desperate to feel better, desperate to be out of here.

From my past experiences I have a justified fear of being hospitalized.  For me, or anyone with a chronic condition, it is a tricky situation since it’s rare to find a doctor that can understand my situation and look at my body as a whole. Luckily I am at the hospital where my “team” of docs can be found so that does help a lot but they aren’t the ones you interact with now, are they?  It’s all nurses and staff who are sometimes less “enthused” to help.  I also have this great fear (also from experience) that once you’re in here, it can go downhill pretty fast, and coming in with a seemingly controllable situation can go south pretty quickly.

They have found where I was bleeding from. Turns out there is a small ulcer in my esophagus.  BUT I lost such a large amount of blood from the time this whole thing started that my morning visit from the doctor had him talking blood transfusion.  Losing blood is not good for anyone but as a heart patient my levels are dangerous, and according to the doc I really shouldn’t go home like this.  I shutter at the word “transfusion.”

I had finally calmed down a bit after the past few days but this got me worked UP just now.  I can’t say I’m comfortable with this idea at all.

Has anyone out there ever had a transfusion? If so, could you please comment and leave your email or email me so I can ask you some questions?  Thank you so so much.

I can be reached at this address:   savelaurensheart [at] gmail [dot] com

Until then, I am meditating on leaving here asap with my own blood at a very full, luscious, delicious level to heal and repair my body.

Although, I can’t lie… I am pretty upset right now.  I feel as though I’ve lost my coping mechanisms of the past.

I’m bleeding somewhere internally but they can’t find where…

It’s been 12 hours. They will not move me to my own hospital where my doctors are… And if I sign myself out against medical advice my insurance will not pay for anything during my 12 hour stay here in the ER thus far. I’m stuck. I came here in a rush because it was closer and I was throwing up blood.

The nurses and staff at Lenox Hill are so patronizing and awful I have no idea what to do anymore. TERRIBLE. I’m about to start naming names. Never again.

I cannot believe I’m here. I can’t believe with all the work I put in something crazy like this goes haywire. I’m scared, Im exhausted and I’m stuck.