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Letting go of the ‘Shoulds’


First of all, I’d like to say thank GOD my acupuncturist is back from her holiday after 6 weeks… it’s like I feel like all is right with the world again. At least everything is right in MY world. She’s fabulous.

So while I was enjoying my Friday evening session today, I was reminiscing about the great advice she has given me over the years. Most recently, when I was off loading about all the crazy stuff that happens at my work, and how it should be like this, and how things shouldn’t be a certain way, and how I was going crazy there… and she simply responded to me

“You need to let go of the ‘shoulds’ in your life”

It was a re-awakening. And since then, I have been so much happier at work and at life. Letting go of the anger and frustration that was attached to the way things ‘should’ be left me with so much more time and energy to focus on what WAS in my control, and what was real.

So during my session, while I was talking about how things were going, I thanked her for this absolute gem of advice that she had given me earlier this year that had transformed my life. And of course she added that the emotion of “shoulds” are held in the large intestine. Bloody hell. Isn’t that totally awesome?

It made me think that if I can just get my emotions in a completely blissful state, could I eradicate so many health issues? I’ve read about emotions and their connection to diseases… hence the breakdown of “dis-ease” – being in a state on unease emotionally. Could be amazing!


Not your average super hero…


So I am currently lying on my couch feeling a little sorry for myself. After my weekend of complete rest and relaxation after my surgery on Friday, I went back to work this week. Now remember, I chucked a sickie on Friday with the “flu” so on Monday when I went in with my waddle walk, and sat down during all of my classes, I told everyone I pulled my groin over the weekend. I even had an elaborate story that I had slipped down some stairs and fell into the splits! Not too many people asked anyway because when you mention “groin injury” from the weekend…well…it just stops people asking questions without sounding like perverts!

Of course when I went back to work this week it was the most bullshit hectic week at work. I stayed back until 6.00pm everyday fixing up paperwork, planning lessons, teaching students, calling parents, organising excursions, issuing detentions, writing back to emails, having staff meetings, attending a literacy workshop, chasing up homework, marking work, arguing with teenage students, designing assessment tasks, completing mid-term reports for the Seniors AND commentated for the Sports Carnival (ok ok, you get the point, teaching is a bloody endless job!) and by Thursday, I was passed out in bed by 8pm, exhausted from the week that was not yet over! And then today, was like the straw that broke the camels back…I finally left work “early” at 4.30pm to “celebrate” my week out of surgery and wanted to go get a massage, and I got stuck in a massive traffic jam because of a 2 car pile up on the Anzac Bridge that left me in the car for almost an hour and a half before I got home. And then it dawned on me… why the hell did I do this to myself?

I am on the verge of tears but I’m just too tired to cry. I know there is no point regretting the week that has just been because I can’t change any of it now… but I realise that I went back to work AND had a crazy week because I think I wanted to prove something…prove something to myself. That I could do it. That I could be Superwoman. Yes, I could go have massive surgery AND return to work to be the busiest woman alive.

And now what do I have to show for it at the end of the week? A miserable mess on the couch. Tired, sore, swollen and limping. Not Superwoman – Super dumbass more like it! So as I reflect on how I neglected myself this week, I realise that this revelation is better sooner rather than later. I just cannot go THIS hard so soon. I was clearly trying to prove to myself that I can overcome anything and that surgery wasn’t going to hold me back! But yeah, I physically managed to pull myself together this week, but I am definitely not feeling any emotionally stronger for it. I have to remind myself that the things that I do and manage at work aren’t really the most important things to me in my life outside of work. Wearing myself out and stressing about deadlines isn’t going to make me happy, because I already know what makes me the happiest – when I am healthy.

This weekend’s agenda: sleep in, lie around as much as possible, get a massage, get a mani/pedi and look after me. And forgive myself for being a fool.

Water works


I went through with my surgery yesterday, and I am feeling a lot better than expected. I can actually walk! Well, it’s more like a really slow shuffle waddle. But at least I’m not lying horizontally in agony! Still quite sore, but nothing that the weekend lying in bed and painkillers won’t fix!

After my last post (pre-surgery), I went to a yoga class which really helped calm me down. All that deep breathing and physical exercise helped remind me that my body is strong and my mind can be even stronger. It’s amazing how as you get older you freak out more about health and surgeries… I would’ve never have even thought twice about going in for surgery 5 years ago! The heaps of crying I did in the morning and the yoga class helped put things into perspective for me, and also put me in a bit of a zombie state (really should be a “zen” state) that I felt kind of this numbness and at ease about going into surgery. All that anxiety washed away!

What also helped was that within half an hour of me checking into the hospital, I was already being wheeled into surgery! Usually it’s another 2 hour wait from the time you sign in! Which just leaves you with too much time on your hands thinking about how hungry/thirsty you are, how much pain you are in etc. My surgeon came out to talk about the procedure and I told him I was anxious about it all but he managed to give me peace of mind by talking through what he will do, and reminded me of the positives of the surgery in the long run. And then, I was wheeled into the operating room, had a giggle with the anaesthetist about lying in stirrups for the procedure and then I woke up in recovery. This was the first time EVER that I was so coherent after a surgery. My anaesthetist got my drugging SPOT ON! I didn’t feel groggy, didn’t hallucinate any conversations with doctors, was able to talk to the nurses about how I was feeling (instead of making the usual animal sound effects!) and actually remember having a chat with my doctor about how it all went. Even managed to joke with him about turning me into Frankenstein’s bride with all the stitches down there! Even when I was wheeled up to my room, I was able to call my mum and husband to tell them I was ok and what room to find me in. They were still fluffing around because they weren’t expecting me to be conscious for another hour! When they came into my hospital room, they even said they couldn’t believe I was actually so alert and able to converse! So, when I find out the name of the anaesthetist, I am going to do a major shout out to him for being a total DUDE!

Spent the night in hospital, got my morphine shot at 1.30am when I woke up in heaps of pain – I love it when they give you the option of either Panadeine forte OR morphine, who the hell is NOT going to go for the morphine? I mean, is it REALLY a choice? Morphine is amazing. And it also gave me 5 hours of solid sleeping without feeling the after effects of the surgery. Now that I’m home, it’s just about taking it easy – no heavy lifting or walking for long periods of time. Plenty of rest and having naps after taking Tramadol (anti-inflammatory which makes me drowsy). Lots of washing after using the bathroom and salt baths. All of this is manageable. I am so grateful that the surgery went much better than I had anticipated. I still haven’t had a look down there as I know it’ll be a mess for a couple more days, but at least now I don’t have to freak out so much. I also want to use this opportunity to thank the wonderful people in my life who gave me a lot of support leading up to the surgery and now in recovery – you have no idea what an amazing difference your messages and well wishes made on me.

Anyway, the surgery has left me with a lot of dissolvable stitches from the top of my labia to my perineum. Considering this is similar to what a lot of women go through after giving birth, I did some research about how to heal with postpartum stitches. I found out a little trick when you are sitting on the loo, pour some water over the area while you pee and it helps dilute your urine so that it doesn’t sting over the stitches! AMAZING! If you have stitches in the area, give this trick a go, it totally works!
Also, drink lots of water to further dilute your urine to prevent super stinging. Plus, if you are on painkillers (Panadeine forte doesn’t do it’s magic like it used to though…) which usually clogs your system, drinking water will also help relieve the backlog. Throw in a couple of teaspoons of Benefibre into your water and your GA clogging days are over! WOOT! Water is totally healing in SO MANY WAYS! Crying, cleaning, cleansing, soothing… makes everything feel better. Do you have any other uses for water that helps deal with pain management or healing techniques? Share your tips!

Chucking a sickie


I have surgery booked tomorrow, and I am surprisingly calm about it… mind you, I have been waking up at 5.30am for the past 2 days and having wildly crazy dreams, but surely that’s just a coincidence? Or maybe it’s the fact that I will have tomorrow off from work and potentially Monday and Tuesday off as well… I haven’t told work that I am going in for surgery though, I am just going to fake a flu. Less questions, less dramas to deal with. I’ve just been given a leadership position at school this term upon my return after 3 months away, so I don’t want to start ringing any alarm bells about my situation again. And fortunately for me, a lady who shares my office has been really sick with the flu (but still has been coming into school!) and all week I’ve been dropping comments like “Oh no, I think you’re getting me sick too!” or “You should stay home, I’m on immunosuppressants and if I get sick, it’ll be twice as bad!”…

I know this all sounds incredibly dishonest, and usually I advocate for the “you are the first priority – look after your health!” side regardless of what’s happening in your life, but I just want to get in and out of surgery and pray that I recover super quick so I can get back to normal.
In reality, I will be staying the night at the hospital to deal with the pain, all weekend I will be sleeping and dealing with the pain, and when Monday comes around, I probably still will not be able to walk. Then I’ll have to come up with some excuse around work about why I am hobbling around… it’s actually going to be really fucked now that I properly look at it… I probably should’ve told them I was going in for surgery.

It’s shocking at what lengths people hide their illness, and then on the other end of the spectrum, there are people who are constantly whinging about how sick they are and how horrid their life is dealing with it. I don’t know which one is the right way, because they both sound like TERRIBLE ways of dealing with your health. But all I know is which side of the spectrum I am on. Hahah, I mean, I am “chucking a sickie” from work when I am actually sick! But my “sickie” is too hide what I am really sick from! Bloody bonkers!

So I guess, wish me luck! And wish me a speedy recovery because I need some help hiding all this! xx

My “bubble” bath…


WARNING: Graphic and gross detail coming up.
The most fascinating and disgusting thing just happened to me while I was in the bath tub…last week I noticed another abscess forming down below, but this time it wasn’t internal (you know, hiding deep in the depths of my tissue, which is where it usually is). It was external, out in the open waving “Hi!” to me, reminding me that things aren’t quite right “yet” (magical word of optimism!). It looked like a large blister (size of my thumb) in terms of the shininess of the skin that stretched over it, the redness in the skin surrounding it, and when you touched it, it bounced under your finger tip, like a bubble would. It was getting progressively more and more painful and larger every day.
As you can imagine, all of last week I was in quite a state about it, but kept it together (BAHAHAHAHAH – laughing out loud hysterically) knowing that I was going to see my surgeon soon. Ok, to be honest, I did try to get an earlier appointment but it wasn’t possible – I mean, I knew I could hold out for a week, but at the same time, I was terrified that this thing had grown in such a short period of time!
Anyway, to “keep it together”, I started upping my salt baths again to twice a day, applied zinc cream to the area several times a day to act as a barrier and alternated with coconut oil. I prayed, I cried, took pain relief, went commando to let the area “breathe” and had this deep longing that I needed to get help ASAP. I was seriously a scatterbrain at work, doubling up on my work because I had forgotten that I had done it – seriously, ZERO presence! It just weighed in the back of my mind that I wasn’t in remission and it was happening all over again- the swelling, the pain… I started even waddling again because it was getting painful to walk and sit again. A total “FML” situation!
Anyway, I was just sitting in my super hot salt bath, and just as I pulled the plug out to get out, I looked between my legs and noticed that the abscess was starting to drain! The fragile layer of skin surrounding this “bubble” had broken and it was oozing pink- a combination of pus and blood in a steady stream that made these beautiful formations in the water – part of it floated and some of it resembled a softserve ice-cream formation just where I was sitting. It seriously was fascinating! And seriously gross!
I actually said out loud “UH OH!” from the utter shock of this observation, and then quickly had to tell my husband to stay out of the bathroom when he came over to ask what had happened – I didn’t want to gross him out, I could be grossed out for the both of us! For 20 minutes I just watched this abscess very slowly drain itself until it was just a small skin flap…it was a wonderfully joyous and scary situation. I seriously cannot believe that it happened!
I feel assured that I am seeing my surgeon tomorrow so not much else can go wrong between now and then (it’s bed time after all!) but I am also concerned- is there a fistula that fed this abscess? Or was it a random, self-contained situation? Is it a good thing that it burst? Holy shit, what was my body doing? Clearing itself? Did I just HEAL myself?
I have Googled lots of things since about draining abscesses (did you know the difference between a cyst, boil and abscess? I didn’t…until now…Boils and cysts are kinda the same thing, but an abscess is an infected cyst – cheers: http://www.healthsearchonline.com/cysts-abscesses-boils-differences/) and a lot of them encourage a hot bath or compress to help open it up… of course, I was just having salt baths because I was trying to heal the area, not realising that this was a method of it opening up. Anyway, I didn’t incise it myself, it happened naturally…for whatever reason. I’m anticipating that my surgeon won’t be too happy with this situation (I don’t blame him!) so I may still need surgery to find out the cause of it forming in the first place, and I am sure I will need more antibiotics to assist in its healing now that it has burst, because my generous dab of tea tree oil on the site after it opened is most likely not enough of an antiseptic!
What I do know is that I feel a lot better – physically and emotionally. I’m not in pain, and the fact that I don’t have this large growth poking out anymore is really a relief, but I will know more after I report back to my surgeon. Will update when i know more.

Kinesiology – your body knows best…


Last week I went to my first kinesiology session with my sister-in-law’s sister (find Erin through Facebook’s ‘Achieving Balance’). It’s taken me a week to process the whole experience and to also do some further research about it as a healing practice.

Kinesiology is a healing technique that tests your muscles that represent different parts of your body to essentially listen to what the body itself says it needs healing with. I was asked what my goal was for the session and I said that I was generally feeling confused about my health, that I felt like I had lost touch with my own instinct as to knowing what was right for me. So we put this sentiment into words so that my goal was written something like “to feel confident and stable about the decisions made regarding my health, especially on my own terms”. This profoundly resonated within me because I currently have so many doctors now that my dependence on their advice has become crucial, even though sometimes it conflicts with what I believe, or what other doctors that I trust have said. Sometimes having too much information can be a shit fight! And to no surprise, this issue with my doctors also came up this week!
Anyway, back to my first official kinesiology session – I was asked how my body’s response mechanisms work by holding up my arm and relaxing at the joints. She asks my body to show my “yes” and “no” responses by asking me to push against her finger – and seriously, there are times where I can not hold myself up against the touch of her finger! And it’s not like she is battling me with it, she is gently touching me, but my body is responding to her questions about my feelings, about my treatments and about my life experiences by either positively or negatively working against her touch. I did ask her whether my body could trick myself into responding a certain way, for example, I want my response to be something, thus, will my body adjust to match that response? But no, it didn’t work that way.

Consequently a lot of emotions surrounding anger and resentment came about – typical emotions that hold in the pelvic area (go figure!) so it doesn’t surprise me that I developed this fear of letting go… and I have Crohn’s in my rectum. Unbelievable. Her questions sometimes surprised me – emotional issues that I thought I had resolved physically manifested during my session: fights with family members, feeling used by friends and exhaustion and frustration with my own medical condition. Tears brimmed to the surface as floods of memories came over me in regards to her guided questions. This is how it looked:

Kinesiologist: “What feelings are coming up for you? Feelings of frustration? (slight push/touch of her finger against my arm, no movement) Anger? (slight push against my arm, arm starting to give way) Feelings of resentment?” (arm can no longer resist against her touch!). Ok, resentment. Resentment to self? (Arm stays strong) Resentment to others? (Arm gives way) Resentment to friends? (No movement) Resentment to family? (Arm gives way) Male? (No movement) Female? (Arm collapses). Ok, feelings of resentment towards female family member… let’s go through names…”

And then the process begins again. It’s like trial and error with the questioning, and the direction it goes in depends on my body’s own responses, NOT my own verbal responses. And sometimes I don’t even know why my body is responding in a certain way, but we just have to balance the energy.

After we figured out how my body is feeling, she asked me to think of the incidents that I could recall that were associated with resentment and imagine me blowing up a balloon (I imagined it to be green) and blowing all the incidents into this balloon and then visualizing the balloon being removed from me. I imagined it just floating away. The next balloon was for disgust (and it was blue in my mind), and I visualized myself blowing it up really big, tying it up, and then grabbing a pin to burst it. She also asked me to visualize the energy around my pelvis (I imagined it to be orange) and picture it moving around and permeating my colon and rectum to allow it to heal. After the session I felt much lighter, and much happier, knowing that my body and it’s muscle memory had released negative energy that I had been unknowingly holding onto!

Crazy thing is, I got home and was curious as to why these very specific colours (which aren’t even my favourite colours, so it’s not like they were the first to come to mind!) came to me when I was visualising healing and emotions. So I looked at what the colours meant according to the chakras and WOW! Were they spot on! Orange represents the colour found in the sacral chakra (I swear I did NOT know this before I had started my session!) and this chakra is in the PELVIC REGION!!!! The green colour represents my heart chakra, which makes sense considering it was the feeling of letting people down, and sadness that people were no longer in my life, and the blue colour represents my throat chakra, which also makes sense because it is about expressing myself and letting go of humiliation.
A really fantastic session – it’s low impact, which is perfect for anyone not feeling well, because you just lie there and your body does the talking for you! It is definitely worth doing a kinesiology session, even if you are a bit skeptical, you cannot deny how your body physically reacts to certain questions! It’s quite funny to see how all of a sudden you are superbly weak against someone’s finger!

To learn more about the chakras, look here http://threeheartscompany.com/chakra.html
And any additional information you need about kinesiology, check out ‘Achieving Balance’:

and this website generally about kinesiology is also very helpful:

Doctors and Drama!


I woke up this morning at 6.30am and my mind was racing. All of a sudden I was a heap in the bed, curled up and crying. I tried opening my mouth to scream and nothing came out, all I could feel was a tightening in my throat – as if I was slightly embarrassed to let it out, but also that my body wouldn’t comply. I’m not in any physical pain, but I am in a heap of emotional pain.

I went to one of my doctors yesterday (the one who has been monitoring my diet and has put me on a large collection of supplements for a treatment) and I have been feeling amazing on her treatment, and my blood work also is showing positive results. YAY! But it’s what she said to me yesterday that has got me tipping over the edge: she said “I’ve seen people become relaxed with their diet because they have been feeling so good, but you won’t be able to do it. It would be DISASTROUS, and the body just never seems to be able to recover”. I asked “Why is that?” and she said “I don’t know, it’s just too shocking for the body, and you can’t return to this kind of treatment afterwards”. TALK ABOUT DRAMATISING EVERYTHING!

What pissed me off more is the things I SHOULD’VE said back to her when she said this, especially after I had my mantra of “clarity” yesterday. I have to give myself props though, because I did have the clarity to ask her about the sustainability of this treatment and told her it was very expensive for me – it’s like I hit a quota of clarity just by saying that, which explains why I wasn’t able to call her on her bullshit. I should’ve said “You can’t have me fearing the food I eat!!!” which had actually started happening recently – I was shit scared that something I ate would get me sick again! Thank god for acupuncture that helped relieve that anxiety!

The second thing I should’ve said to her was that I once was eating everything: dairy, wheat, sugar, junk food – really crappy food for 14 years when I had Crohn’s, and the relapses weren’t THAT immediate or horrific from my diet. So surely eating a fucking SALAD (I’m not supposed to eat raw food) isn’t going to be the worse thing for me! ARGHHHHH! My body will recover…it always does. It has already happily adapted to this super strict diet, so it will do it again if necessary! I can’t be scared to eat a little something that is off the diet, I mean, what if I go to someone’s house and they’ve accidentally cooked something for me with butter in it? It CAN’T be the end of the world! I get that she wants me to be strong and look after myself, and I know that diet is the KEY to keeping me feeling good and keeping my symptoms at bay. But the drama around it is just so FULL ON! I’m not into doctor’s that make you feel scared! Don’t they realise that you put so much trust in them? I am putting my health (and what it feels like, my life) into their hands, and then they make these statements as if they forget that I am human! I mean, if God can forgive us for our sins, surely our bloody doctors can too!

Another thing that pissed me off this morning was thinking about my surgeon. All of a sudden, setons do NOT make sense to me! I know they are there to clear out abscesses and fistulas, but how long is TOO long that they stay in there and perhaps interfere with the healing process?
The only thing I can relate tissue repair to is getting a piercing – the skin that is pierced doesn’t grow back, but instead, the scar tissue forms around the pin which creates a opening/hole to put an earring through. Well, setons are keeping a fistula open so that it clears out right? So isn’t my body now forming a hardened scar tissue AROUND the setons? Isn’t this going to cause complications down the track when they are removed but I have a ‘tunnel’ inside? I had a feeling this was happening a few months ago and I spoke to my doctors about it, but they brushed it off. Now they are FINALLY acknowledging that in one area where I have a seton, there is a hardening of scar tissue that is forming a shell, and my surgeon now wants to cut it out! ARGHHHHHHHH!!! I KNEW IT!

So yeah…that was my meltdown before 8am! Absolutely ridiculous! It’s amazing how one day I can be so strong and the next I can be so weak – funny that, Crohn’s symptoms are like that too! My emotional system is mimicking the physical system. But I must say, having an awesomely large cry really helped. And writing this blog helped too. GET IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM! Do what you need to do to get that “overwhelmed” feeling away from you!

And overall, I did have some “clarity” – to trust my gut. Ironic, I know, considering my guts are what got me here in the first place, but trust myself and my body. This was another learning experience that I really need to be true to myself and really communicate better with my doctors about my body and it’s needs. I have to be more ASSERTIVE and more confident with telling them EXACTLY what my body is doing. I know that ultimately their intention is to heal me (which I am grateful for), and that they want me to succeed on their treatment that they have seen work on a lot of people, but really, every single person is unique, and my body sometimes responds differently, and I need them to trust ME that I know what I’m talking about when dealing and healing with my Crohn’s.

Injecting a little emotion into my day…


Just gave myself my Humira injection for the fortnight. It’s a really strange sensation injecting yourself… for some reason I feel like I should have someone with me when I do it. It’s not that I am not sure how to do it and need to be “spotted”, it’s just that for me, there is sort of this lonely feeling of doing it, like I am medicating myself all on my own. Super strange, considering I take my own meds without anyone needing to be around me (in fact, I prefer to do it privately anyway!), but stabbing a needle into your belly just seems a little more invasive, thus a little more “real” that there are things not quite right with your body. I mean, we can take tablets for anything and everything really – you got a bad headache, take a Panadol… take vitamins if you have a cold – so taking medication isn’t too far of a stretch from the norm. But when I’m puncturing myself to administer medication into my blood stream, it is a little full on.

I must say, the injections have become much easier to do – leaving them out of the fridge the night before and it’s easily accepted…it’s a whole 20 second procedure really, of wiping your belly with an alcohol swab, pinching your skin/flab, lining up the needle/pen to 90 degrees to your belly, and then pressing the button down which stabs the needle into you, and then you count to 10 while you wait for the plunger to go all the way down. And that’s it. Simple. Still a bit painful, but not ridiculous like the first time. I guess it doesn’t help when the injection site looks like this a few hours after it’s done!humirawelt1

Anyone else feel weird about injecting themselves alone? Is it something that I will get used to? Or should I just get my husband to sit with me while I do it? Maybe I need to figure out what it is that really bothers me or that makes me feel sad about doing it. It might be that it’s a new treatment that I’m not used to yet. Or maybe it’s because it makes the whole healing with Crohn’s process seem really real and severe. And even though this is a perfect treatment for me who likes to be in control of my healing (what is more controlling than shoving a needle into your tummy?), I guess emotionally I am still not so ok with it yet.

Yet, yet, yet, yet, yet… the magical word of optimism. I’ll get there…soon…

Clarity, Strength and Healing.


While I was doing a head stand in yoga class today, these 3 words “Clarity, Strength and Healing” came to mind – now I know my mind should be clear during my yoga practice, but I welcomed these words as being the new mantra that I need to focus on. After all, it did come to me while I was hanging upside down…clearly it was a message from my inner depths after an hour of blissful and intense yoga that my body and mind needed me to know. So here I go, listening to my body (as we all should, so that we may know what is really best for us), and understanding what it all means, and what my intentions have to be:

Clarity: Be clear about what I need to do to stay healthy – balance of medication, surgery, supplements and diet. Be clear with my communication with my doctors about what I want for my healing process too, on my terms, not only on theirs.

Strength: Gain strength emotionally and physically. Be strong in moving forward and confidently dealing with it all.

Healing: Heal from within. Look after myself through my clarity and strength, and the healing will continue happening. I am currently healing. I am currently healthy.

Om Shanti Shanti Shanti xx

A toke(n) of my appreciation…


treatmentsopularFound this (not very clear) infographic from the 23andme website (http://blog.23andme.com/23andme-research/what-patients-say-works-for-crohns-disease/) which was conducted by Cure Together which looks at treatments that Crohn’s patients have found have worked for them. They did a study over 4 years talking to several hundred Crohn’s patients and asked them from their own personal experiences which treatments worked for them. Looking at a variety of therapies from east to west, and from popularity and effectiveness, it was interesting to look at the top listed findings.

Number one was LDN (Low dose Naltrexone) which surprised me because when I had my recent relapse, I asked several gastro doctors about it and they weren’t too supportive of it – said there was no conclusive evidence that it worked. Hmmmm….Included in the list of the top 10 most effective treatments were surgery, steroids, Remicade and Humira (no surprise here) and even gluten-free and Paleo diets.

But what was also found in the top 10 was the use of Cannabis. Even though it’s widely known that smoking is really bad for Crohn’s (but good for ulcerative colitis patients!?!), it’s not exactly clear whether it is the actual smoke that is being inhaled that is the problem, or whether it’s the chemicals found in cigarettes that cause the damage. Either way, it is interesting to see the studies continue regarding the use of cannabis for medicinal purposes, especially for Crohn’s patients.

I mean, look what I found… just going to leave it here for your reading pleasure…

Interesting to see what patients find to be helpful in their Crohn’s treatment, maybe even contrary to doctors’ opinions. I guess trial and error is a good practice when things flare up and you need to try something new. I know that acupuncture and energetic healing have been really good for me to manage pain, my immune system and stress reduction, which helps me deal and heal with my Crohn’s.

Have there been any kinds of treatments that have worked for you that perhaps are a little off the norm? Share your thoughts.