Are you one of
unfortunates who suffer from ailments your doctor can't diagnose? I was, and went through a living hell for months. I was shuttled from doctor to doctor (nine specialists in all), only to be told "It's all in your head."I was finally rescued from these ‘diagnoses' of hypochondria by a perceptive doctor who identified my problem as Candida Albicans, a systemic yeast infection — a common but often elusive ailment that frequently escapes doctors' attention.
Since being diagnosed and following some simple remedies, I have my life back and now feel better than ever. If you have mystery ailments and aren’t getting satisfaction from your medical providers, you might want to hear my story:
In summer of 1997 I found a lump in my neck. It didn't hurt, didn't bother me at all, so I ignored it. Then one lump became two, and two became three. I was still ignoring them since they weren't painful. I had to go to my primary-care physician (an Internist) to renew my Prozac prescription (I've been depressed as long as I can remember, and on Prozac for 2 1/2 years) so I mentioned lumps...
Since then I have seen nine (yes, nine!) different doctors, specialists, and physicians assistants. I’ve had more blood tests than I can count (I swear doctor's have more of my blood than I do!). I had ultrasounds of my neck. I saw two endocrinologists, two surgeons, a hematologist, and none of them could even agree! Through all this I still felt NORMAL (which for me includes being tired, depressed, irritable, and having frequent headaches.).
On January 15, 1998, I had original lump (a swollen lymph node) removed. The lab work showed it WASN'T Cancer, Cat Scratch Fever, Aids, or Psittacosis (parrot fever). But, they still didn't know what it WAS.
I was left with a two-inch scar, painful 'pins and needles' across my jawbone and down front of my neck, and NO answers. Then I started to feel miserable. I had pain from surgery and started sleeping 14 to 16 hours a day. I couldn't stay awake! The times I was awake I had no energy or ambition to do anything. I wasn't functioning like a person and certainly not like a mother to my five year old son.
More blood tests, more doctors...When I went back to surgeon for a follow-up and complained about painful pins and needles in my neck and jaw, he told me that it couldn't be from his surgery and that I must have developed arthritis.
Funny, I'm 35 years old, never had arthritis before, and I was under impression that arthritis is in joints and bones, NOT skin-- but now I had arthritis.
More sleeping. I couldn't work anymore. More blood tests, more antibiotics, more of my husband doing housework, cooking meals, and taking care of me. But still no answers.
On March 10, 1998, I had Bone Marrow Testing done by Hematologist because all my blood numbers were off kilter. Too many red blood cells, too many white blood cells, and too many platelets. I got my period twice that month (the doctor thought that might be my body's way of getting rid of 'extra' blood). During procedure (which is NOT fun), doctor hit a nerve. My leg went numb and hurt for two days. I also had internal hemorrhaging, so pain from procedure lasted almost two weeks instead of a few days.
