I have been a little quiet lately. My poor husband has injured his shoulder quite badly, which means I have been helping out by covering his work in our cleaning business. It is going to take a while for him to recover, so if you don’t hear much from me over the next few weeks, that is the reason why.
We have started seeing our GP (general practitioner) doctor for the issue. This guy is awesome. He managed my pregnancies and tried to deliver my babies (if he made it there in time!) He also broke the news of my youngest son’s cystic fibrosis diagnosis, which affected him greatly, as it was apparently the first time he had to break “BIG bad news” like that, and he knew our family quite well. He apparently admitted to my mum the night of diagnosis while I went home to pack bags to be flown to the next hospital that he was somewhat glad that it was me that he had to give this heartbreaking news to. It’s absolutely not because he didn’t like us and wished us hardship…it was because he knew we could cope with the diagnosis, and that I was able to hold myself together while he broke the news (I guess in comparison to other patients, who probably would have fallen to pieces.)
He has since managed Cameron’s CF as best he can under the guidance of the CF team in Perth (since we are country patients), the team love him for his support and the fact that he follows their directions…apparently something not all doctors do in their experience.
I trust my doctor completely. I know that he will not stop until we have answers, and he is willing to go above and beyond for his patients. He also knows that if I come to him with an issue, it is a legitimate worry, I’m not just arriving in his office for a sniffle or a meagre problem.
Mutual respect is essential with your doctors!
When I arrived two weeks ago with Ethan in tow, and told him of the serious issues we were having with the chronic constipation, which has caused us to make three visits to the emergency room since the start of the year, numerous amounts of medication (laxatives, suppositories, enemas….tried it all), and the issues the fecal overflow/accidents in the underpants was causing both at school and at home…he immediately took action. We are currently giving high doses of different laxatives to clear out Ethan’s intestines. He is on Movicol twice daily, Actilax twice daily, and Parachoc twice daily. Basically, we wanted him to get to the point of diarrhea to flush out his system before we take the next steps. In no way was he allowed to get even remotely constipated in the next two weeks, or basically, we would have had to start all over again
It took about a week for all the laxatives to take effect. After two weeks of all this medication, we went back to our GP for another assessment (this happened only yesterday.) The doctor was very happy at how much better his stomach felt…nice and soft, rather than lumpy and hard in places. He was also very happy to hear that Ethan isn’t having as many accidents in his undies. It used to happen about six times a day. It now happens only a couple of days. Still a drama, but definitely an improvement!
We are to continue the laxatives for another two weeks, but this time, add Benefibre to his drinks daily, which will absorb some of the extra fluid in his tract, and make his stools a bit more solid. We return in two weeks for another assessment to figure out where to go from there.
We also saw a dietician, as part of a feeding team, to assess his food aversion. This woman told me that Ethan’s diet isn’t too bad. I really don’t agree with that (neither does my GP), but I have taken steps to change that. We have increased his water intake, and I have started making muffins/cakes to put in lunch boxes or to eat as snacks at home, which is loaded with fruit and veggies (recipe at the bottom). We are going to try different types of milk when he has finished his medications, just to test a theory that there might be a bit of an intolerance causing the constipation. Ethan’s main “homework” is that he has promised to try at least one new food before we see the dietician again. He has agreed to try chicken…not chicken nuggets, but real chicken (we haven’t tried it yet.) He has also had a bit of a nibble on a carrot, after our babysitter (who he has a bit of a crush on) enticed him with a promise of a hug and kiss if he would at least try it. Since he is very much a Casanova, the ploy worked!
Basically this is going to be a long, ongoing battle, but I will keep you all updated.
***Here is my cake recipe. It’s a bit of a “thrown-together” recipe, as I just add whatever I have in the cupboard until it looks about right, but feel free to make your own tweaks:
Bella’s Fruit and Veggie Cake
1 carrot, grated
1/2 small zucchini, grated
Large handful baby spinach, finely chopped
2 apples, grated
1 pear, grated
40 ml oil
1.5 cup Self raising flour
60 ml milk
1) Combine all grated fruit and vegetables in a large bowl. Add eggs, combine thoroughly.
2.) Add milk and oil to bowl, mix thoroughly. Slowly sift flour through mixture in parts.
3) Add more flour or milk to reach desired consistency
4.) Pour mix into a large, grease cake tin, or separate into muffin tins.
5.) Bake at about 160 degrees celsius until golden and cooked through.