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One year ago, I posted on Digestive Tract Paralysis (DTP) for the G-PACT-sponsored DTP Awareness Week. As a treat, I’m reposting with the permission of my featured guest stars.

Unfortunately for me, a lot has changed in the last twelve months. Due to my worsening DTP, I became severely malnourished and the damage done to my GI system appears irreversible.  I had a GJ-tube inserted in December 2012 which has proven unsuccessful in treating my DTP.  The medications (that you’ll read about below) that once worked to “control” my dysmotility have since failed.  My motility specialist says I am likely to be TPN-dependent for the remainder of my life.  Furthermore, most of my medication has been transferred to intravenous (IV) form as I have severe malabsorption to anything given enterally (through the GI tract).  But yet, this has given me such an improved quality of life. I have more energy and less pain. My days aren’t spent worrying about getting in enough calories to sustain life.  And I can still do almost everything I could do before our various interventions. Actually, I can probably do more.

So, without further ado, I would open a window into life with Digestive Tract Paralysis. Thanks for reading!

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August 22-29 is Digestive Tract Paralysis (DTP) Awareness Week.

Because I live with DTP, I thought I’d share a little about DTP, my story, and the stories of some friends.

I have what’s called “gastroparesis.” That’s gastro– (meaning stomach) and –paresis (meaning paralysis). I also have intestinal dysmotility which has resulted in chronic intestinal psuedo-obstruction (CIP or CIPO). And that’s chronic (meaning long-term), intestinal (meaning relating to the small intestines and colon), pseudo- (meaning false), and obstruction (a blockage). Both issues are common with many types of mito.

 

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Last week was Home Parenteral Nutrition (HPN) Awareness Week.

As many of you know, Total Parenteral Nutrition (TPN) keeps me alive. It’s called Total PN because I receive essentially all of my nutrition parenterally – through a line in my chest that goes straight to my blood (“parenteral”) rather than through my gut (“enteral”). Fourteen hours every day I am hooked up to an IV line that delivers this nutrition. The other ten hours I am hooked up to a line that delivers what is essentially sugar-water which keeps my blood pressure and blood glucose levels stable. I am very grateful for these lines.

However, there is a very real and very serious downside to requiring parenteral nutrition. Part of this downside is that a line that constantly enters your blood system, right next to the heart, where it can be pumped throughout the entire body; this line can introduce bacteria and yeast to the bloodstream causing a very serious infection called septicemia. This describes the reaction the body has to foreign bodies in the blood stream. (“Sepsis” is the same reaction but to an infection in any part of the body.) It can involve changes in temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, white blood cell (WBC) count, and respiration rate.

Septicemia has seemed to find a friend in my body. And usually when it hits, it hits hard – bordering and even reaching septic shock. It’s scary and painful. My brain feels like it’s a ferris wheel, spinning upon itself, and nothing makes sense. And because my white blood cell count – white blood cells fight infection – are low/low-normal when well and do not seem respond to infection, we have no warning. In fact, doctors have nearly discounted my fever numerous times because of a lack of WBC response only to find out my body is going full-out septic just hours later.

 

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I’ve been home for nearly two weeks now. Recovery has been slow and has sapped me of most of my excess energy so many apologies. Because there’s so much to cover – and I’m having difficulties organizing my thoughts – we’re going to go about this bullet-style.

  • I’m home. I was discharged with a four-week course of IV Vancomycin (a very powerful antibiotic) at a very high dose. Because we never got those sensitivities back (i.e. what bug we’re fighting and what antibiotic is best to fight it) and my reaction to the infection scared them (though I assure you, it did not scare nor surprise me or Keith), the doctors are playing it safe. I guess that’s what they do best. I was also on Cipro (another antibiotic), but I have finished that course.

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Considering I am currently back at MGH for a central line infection (which is being treated as sepsis due to my plummeting blood pressures and skyrocketing temperatures and heart rate; this could, however, be due to my really screwy autonomic nervous system), I thought I’d address the issues we’re currently encountering with my current former central line (a PICC in my left arm) and the debate over what kind of line is most appropriate for the long term use we’re envisioning.

How did we get here from there?
My GI tract (from stomach to colon) is essentially paralyzed. After numerous tests and a 25-day hospital stay when it officially shut down, a GJ-tube was placed. Five days later, I was readmitted partially because the GJ-tube was not providing enough of the necessary nutrients. The solution was to place a central line (a peripherally inserted central catheter or “PICC”) so that I could receive calories and vital nutrients intravenously. At this point, the PICC and TPN were planned to be short-term aids until we could build up the feeds to my jejunum (the middle part of my small intestine). A couple months later, my GI doctor said it looks like TPN is the most viable long-term option for me.

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Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.
-Dr. Seuss

Sometimes it surprises me how happy I am. How comfortable I am in my own skin. A year ago, I’m not sure if I could’ve seen myself this happy despite all that has changed (my zip code, my health, my occupation, my income, my aspirations, etc.). But I’m honestly, truly happy.

Keith and I deal with a ton of stressors with our daily life that shock many people. For instance, every day this week, I’ve had at least one medical appointment, over half of which were in Boston. (This is not out of the ordinary.) In addition, we’re watching my niece and nephew while my sister recovers from surgery. (This is something that Keith likes to call “birth control.”) We also deal with daily medical regiments including IV nutrition, stoma care, catheterizations, sterile procedures, and medical interventions. (This is in addition to Keith’s full-time student status and my work tutoring, researching, and volunteering.)

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When it rains, it pours.

It often seems like all the bad stuff gets clumped together in one big barrage of awfulness. This hospital stay is surely no exception.

First, we’ve dealt with a few episodes of dystonic storms. These are often triggered for me by exhaustion, physical pain, and exertion. When these three things are combined, the storms are worse. Dystonia is a movement disorder that causes involuntary movement and posturing of different muscle groups. I’ve suffered from dystonia in my left side for about 9 years. Recently, the storms have caused me to have bilateral leg involvement. It’s painful and the treatment often given cannot be used on me due to the underlying mitochondrial disorder. In short, it sucks.

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After over two glorious months of freedom, I’m back at the Chateau de MGH. I was hoping it’d be a quick stay and I’d be out by now so I put off an update until I could include the good news of discharge, but that doesn’t look like it’s happening too soon. So here’s a quick recap of the last few days and the current plan for the future.

As many of you know, I struggle with chronic intestinal pseudo-obstruction (CIP or CIPO). Because of the CIPO, my intestines (both the small bowel and the colon) act as if there’s a physical block that keeps me from passing stool or gas. The result is abdominal distension, vomiting, nausea, and abdominal pain. This condition is complicated by any sort of illness or trauma. Two weeks ago, I had a GI bug that resulted in ileus (no or very diminished movement in the bowels).

Prior to going to the ER on Wednesday night, Keith and I had tried our entire home arsenal to get my bowels moving: 3 bottles of Magnesium Citrate, a GoLytely bowel prep, and 2 Fleet enemas. Nothing produced anything. And all of this is in addition to my usual maintenance treatment of 4 doses of Miralax and 1/2 a bottle of MagCitrate each day. We were at a loss as this was triggering severe nausea and pain. Because we didn’t want to cause an electrolyte imbalance with all the continued strong laxatives, we headed to the Lowell General ER. At this point, I thought it’d be a simple overnight stay at our local hospital (LGH) and it’d be resolved in the morning. Keith, on the other hand, predicted a stay through – at least – the weekend and that they’d transport me to MGH in fear of breaking me. Keith won that bet.

The nurses hooked me up to fluids (in addition to my own) and some IV Zofran and set me up for an abdominal x-ray. The x-ray didn’t look good, apparently. After telling the ER doc what was going on and that I had primary mitochondrial disease, he immediately called MGH to have them prep a bed for me. With in a few hours, I was in the ambulance with my favorite medic (yes, it’s sad that I have a favorite…) and off to MGH in Boston. They hooked me up with more Mag Citrate and a soap suds enema. Still no luck. I had officially earned myself an overnight stay in the Emergency Department Observation Unit.

Every hour in the EDOU, I took Lactulose (another powerful laxative). I had no movement and the distension and pain just increased. Around 2am, I was brought in for another x-ray. It looked worse and suggested that I had an obstruction. So they started decompressing and draining my stomach through the G-tube and I was rushed into a CT scan about an hour later. I took a two hour nap back in my bed and was awoken by the attending doc. There was no physical obstruction, but severe air accumulation throughout and packed stool in the cecum and ascending colon. I had earned myself another night, but now I was up in my usual hospital home, Phillips House. (For anyone who doesn’t know, Phillips is like the hospital suites. These private rooms have mahogany accents, a couch, a desk, a mini-fridge, and room for a guest to stay. Also, we have satellite TV and a DVD player.) The team in Phillips knows me quite well and busily got to work when I reached my room around 7pm on Friday evening.

After my GI doctors were contacted, we started another course of GoLytely, hooked up to D10, and increased the pain and nausea medications. Unfortunately, all this drama had meant that I only slept for 5 hours out of the past 55 or so. This lack of sleep set off a bad dystonic storm (the explanation of a “dystonic storm” is halfway down the page) and caused my autonomic system to go wacky until I was able to fall asleep. I slept straight through 16 glorious hours. This morning – or should I say afternoon? – was much improved on the neurological end, but just as bad for my GI system.

My hospitalist decided that it was time to consult the surgical team to see if they had any other ideas that would (hopefully) keep me from the operating room. First, they felt that I had something called “Ogilvie’s syndrome,” which is just a severe acute episode of pseudo-obstruction of the colon. Apparently, it can be pretty dangerous so we’re trying to treat it as aggressively as possible without disrupting my delicate metabolic stability. One solution they came up with isn’t too pleasant so if you feel as if you already know me well and don’t want to know me THAT well, I’d advise skipping the following paragraph. Seriously.

The first idea was to add gastrografin to the regiment. Gastrografin is a common prep for CT scans; it just happens to have the side effect of producing diarrhea. We figured that’d be welcome, even if not too likely. Additionally, a rectal tube was inserted to help decompress my colon and hopefully that will get things moving once again. The tube isn’t exactly comfortable, but I’d do anything to help. Anything.

(For those who skipped, you can start re-reading here.) The other solution, if the above doesn’t work, is a drug called Neostigmine. It’s commonly used for myasthenia gravis and is effective at stimulating contractions in the colon (read: pushing out poop!). The downside is that it causes bradyarrhythmia (significant slowing of the heart rate) so it requires me to be moved to the MICU (medical intensive care unit) to be administered so I can be very closely monitored. Because this sounds likely, we’ve decided that it’s very lucky that I usually have moderate to severe tachycardia (abnormally fast heart rate) to begin with so hopefully it won’t lower as dangerously for me.

Luckily, we have so many people who love and care about us and make the hospital a much easier place to be. Stefani and Linda (“Nana”) stopped in on Friday afternoon so that Keith could get our car inspected and pick up some supplies from home. A few of our awesome friends from Brandeis stopped by Friday night to distract us with fun games. My tubie sister, Sarah, who is also currently in patient at the Chateau, came up for a quick visit as well. Thank you to everyone who has called and sent their love and prayers our way. I don’t know if I could ever tell you how much it means to us to have so many people by our side through this ugly war.

Keith is now hooked up with his favorite free hospital meal (Gardenburger with Tapioca pudding) and True’s loving the attention from the oodles of nurses that find excuses to come in to visit with her. And me? I’m still waiting for poop.

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And now my requisite giggle that accompanies the posts filled with the icky…

This time on “You Can’t Make this Sh*t Up”:

Would you believe that my neighbor in the Lowell General Emergency Department (prior to being transferred to MGH) brought her dead husband with her in an urn? Yep. She also cried and screamed about how he used to beat her incessantly. I think this is an odd case Stockholm Syndrome being inflicted post-mortem…

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