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To Wake in Tears Understanding Interstitial Cystitis. von Simone, Catherine M. (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 01.06.2016
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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To Wake in Tears

To Wake In Tears is the revolutionary book that introduced the herb marshmallow root to the Interstitial Cystitis (IC) community back in 1998. It was the first book to look at IC from a holistic perspective claiming that IC is not just a bladder disease. In order to truly heal from IC, the whole body must be treated. Within the story of how the author healed herself from a severe case of IC are a multitude of practical, safe, helpful tips for IC patients to use to help themselves heal. Like Simone's other two books (Along the Healing Path and Awakening Through the Tears), this book is empowering, inspirational, and ground breaking in its discoveries of various physical connections with IC, as well as offering ideas of how to address them safely, naturally, and without the use of toxic medications and invasive medical procedures.

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    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 226
    Erscheinungsdatum: 01.06.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9780966775037
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 614kBytes
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To Wake in Tears

I've never been much of a crier. Fortunately for me, I never had much to cry about. I don't know if it was having three brothers that toughened me up or if it was just a fluke of nature, but when I was young and got hurt, I rarely cried. And until my father died when I was thirty, I never really had anything major to cry about emotionally either. Well, this was all about to change. It was August of 1994 and the pain on my left side was becoming intolerable. I'd have to have the cyst removed. My gynecologist scheduled me for surgery the morning before she was to leave for her three week vacation. Neither one of us thought it should wait until she got back. After the surgery, I was told that, although she removed a number of small cysts, she was unable to understand why they were causing me so much pain. I was sent home that afternoon and my doctor left for her vacation. By that evening, I knew that something was terribly wrong. Because I'd had an ovarian cyst when I was 23 with no complications and because this time I was physically unable to do the simple exercises described on the hospital discharge instructions, I knew enough to be concerned. In the days to follow I became more and more frightened knowing that the pain was not "normal" post-surgical pain. For the next two and a half weeks, I called my doctor's office every day and the emergency on-call physician every night. Since my file and the surgery report had not made it back to the doctor's office yet, and since my doctor was on vacation, it took a lot of phone calls and a couple of doctor visits to her associates in order to get someone to understand that something was seriously wrong. It turns out that the cyst originally causing the pain on my left side had ruptured, either during the surgery or immediately following. And so, two and a half weeks later, I was diagnosed with internal bleeding and peritonitis and taken immediately back into surgery. It was when I woke up from this second surgery that the nightmare really began. I remember waking up in recovery with the doctor and nurses by my side. My mom and my fiancee, Charlie, were in the room with us. They wanted to give me a shot for the pain and I was pleading with them "no...no...through the IV". I was already crying from the pain in my abdomen. The doctor told me that they were already giving me Demerol through the IV, but that I had to have this shot too or I would be in way too much pain. They rolled me over and gave me the shot as I squeezed Charlie's hand and screamed. They wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight, but of course, I wanted to go home. Charlie convinced me to stay by saying that he would stay with me. Okay, I said, I would stay. Before they took me up to my room, the doctor examined me one more time. I remember him telling me several times what a lucky girl I was. One more day, he was saying, over and over, shaking his head and I wouldn't have made it. I'll never forget that very first night. Clutching the metal bar attached to the wall next to the toilet with my left hand, the IV pole with my right, I sat most of the night, rocking back and forth in agony, trying to empty my bladder. I pulled the cord for the nurse. She explained that my bladder was irritated from the catheter, tired and beat up from the surgery. She tried to tell me not to worry. But I was worried. My bladder wouldn't work. I was terrified. It was September 17, 1994. The day I got IC. Now at 31 years old, I had never even had a bladder infection before. And like most people, I had never even heard of Interstitial Cystitis. At this point, I had no idea what was wrong with me. I was sent home from the hospital the next day, only to be re-admitted two days later with a massive kidney/bladder infection. I was put on IV antibiotics for a couple of days and then sent home. For the next several weeks, I went to see my new gynecologist complaining of bladder pro

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