Four Years of Dealing

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It’s been four years since my bladder condition worsened.

I remember having to go to the Emergency Room and the doctor gave me Tordol because the bladder spasms were so bad they were painful like a Kidney Stone. Luckily, I’ve never experienced the pain from that again - only the pain of sudden urgency.

I went from bedwetting sporadically to most nights and suffering from daytime urge incontinence episodes. Now, I suffer from flare ups due to stress, dietary changes, etc - which cause the urge incontinence to only worsen a couple times a month with sometimes going from months at a time with okay control (around 45 minutes to an hour is a good day)

I just can’t believe it’s been that long. Hopefully one day my condition will improve - that would be a blessing.

Sincerely,
Honeeecombs
 
TL;DR, lol, sorry.

My anniversary of falling down the cliff was January 12, which was when I acquired Cauda Equina Syndrome including Neurogenic Bladder. Ten (!!!) years of major discomfort, dysfunction, and pain - not just in my bladder, but in my knees, hips, pelvis, and spine. Then I also got two kinds of cancer (uterine and skin melanoma) five years ago.

When you’re feeling down, it helps to remember how much worse it could be - you could be me, in dire need of four total joint replacements but unable to afford them, in need of heart surgery to repair a hole in my heart that makes me prone to stroke at any moment, and in need of a rod down my spine so I don’t end up partially or totally paralyzed. Most days I can barely stand up out of bed because my joints just don’t work. For example, my knee gets stuck underneath my femur (thigh bone) and my whole leg collapse and buckles. Or, it locks up and refuses to bend, like it’s made of iron. The tops of my femurs are so deformed by osteoarthritis that they get caught under my pelvic bone and I have to push them out of my pelvis with my hands to get them back down into their holes. Most days I can’t handle the pain of sitting in my office chair so I have to work from bed where my back can be fully supported and I can stretch my legs out straight in front of me. I hate working from bed. This limits my professional life because I can only do remote work now and most companies no longer offer that. I’m also so sick of remote work.

For myself, I know it could be much worse for me: I could be in a wheelchair in a nursing home (probably where I’m headed within a decade unless I can get these surgeries all done and assuming they all go well). I could have MS, ALS, dementia, limb paralysis, amputations, or have diabetes like everyone else on both sides of my family. I could have a really ugly skin disease that everyone could see on my face. Or I could have to take more medications with worse side effects, like not being able to get any sunshine on my skin.

Many people on the forum have so many more, and worse, problems than do you and I. To some extent, we are “lucky.” I know on some days, it’s impossible to see it in that light. Try to remember that it really does help to find things to be grateful for: electricity, keys, pillows, movies, friends, family, the forum, sidewalks, lotion, modern plumbing, cereal, your kitty, street lights, a government that helps you with your mental health struggles, and your nicely decorated apartment.

I remember my four-year mark with Neurogenic Bladder. I had just barely found the forum, done a lot of individual and group therapy, and was starting to crawl out of my depressive shell. I don’t only been wearing diapers for a year and I still felt too ashamed about that to really go anywhere. I’d never been more depressed in my life. I had to live with my parents for three years because I was that depressed and because I had 24 surgeries in about seven years, including a hysterectomy because of cancer. That’s a 4-month-long, foul, stinky recovery with all kinds of burnt, dead flesh and fluid falling out of your body. I don’t feel like a womb-man any more; I no longer produce female hormones nor can I have a baby. I feel like a eunuch. While that makes me really sad, I’m so grateful I didn’t have breast cancer like my cousin, who had to have both of her breasts removed and now has massive Frankenstein scars there instead.

I had my first Botox injection at about four years, so I finally started getting actual relief for my bladder symptoms, so I was able to start rejoining society around year four. Now with Botox, I no longer have daytime pain. I only have about two daytime accidents per year now and when I do, it’s my own fault for not getting to a bathroom on time. I still wake up a lot during the night and need a diaper at night, but I’m okay. This is as good as it’s going to get and I’ve accepted it. I no longer do battle with it. That peace started coming around year four. I think the same will happen for you.

I’ve also learned to remember how lucky I was to have many wonderful boyfriends, lovers, and a decent husband *before* I had to start sleeping with a diaper and swear off dating for the rest of my life. I still feel lonely and sad about that sometimes - it’s actually dangerous to live alone in case you have a heart attack, stroke, or bad fall. As a female, it’s extra dangerous because we’re unable to defend ourselves against rapist intruders. But that’s life; no more dating for me. Fortunately, that doesn’t mean I have to be miserable or have no life. I’m so glad I lived 1,739 lifetimes in my 20s and 30s. I lived such a great life that I’m (almost) okay about being stuck in bed since I was 43.

Now at my 10 year anniversary, I didn’t even notice that my anniversary came and went! That’s so awesome! That means it’s also been 10 years since my husband and I split-up; I forgot about that date, too! That’s a big part of why I fell down the cliff: I was really distracted by divorce. So let my example be something you can look forward to - one day you’ll barely think about your bladder any more. You won’t even remember your anniversary unless you try. Won’t that be a good year?

Remind me, why haven’t you tried Botox yet? It completely annihilates all bladder spasm pain for 3-6 months. The only people it’s not a good idea for are those who have retention but I haven’t heard you mention that you have retention, right? Medicaid and Medicare both pay for it.

Congratulations on making it to four years!!!!!!! If you made it this far already, YOU ARE A SURVIVOR and you can handle the rest of what may come! Neurogenic Bladder almost made me kill myself for the first 3-4 years I had it, until I found the forum. Now I feel so much more normal and not alone, thanks to everyone here, including you, @Honeeecombs.

I look forward to your 10th, 20th, 30th, and 50th anniversary of having bladder problems because while it may seem hard to imagine right now, you will get so used to your bladder problems that you’ll barely notice them. I think you’ll find your battle with incontinence will continue to do nothing but improve and you’ll even reach a point of peace with it.

Congratulations and Cheers 🍾🥂 to you for making it this far!
 
Thank you @snow,

In some ways it’s easier - and In others it’s still the same emotionally and mentally.

Whenever I have bad days or a bad week with Urge Incontinence I usually do as you did - and isolate at home. I tend to do that anyway.

So it goes, I guess. Thankful for the supporting people on here that have made it easier to live and deal with.

Thankful,
Honeeecombs
 
Ha! I just realized how dumb I am; it’s actually only been nine years! See, eventually, you won’t even be able to remember how long it’s been! Lol!
 
@MezaJarJarBinks You are one of the greatest sufferers on the forum and I have the most empathy for you of all 🤗. I hope it doesn’t offend you but you’re one of the people I think of when I think how much things could be worse.

Hugs, keep up the survival!
Amy
 
@Honeeecombs @snow

I get this so much. My incontinence issues started way back when I was 15-16 years old. Over the years I thought, "Well at least it is almost always at night". Now looking back on things I know that my daytime issue was starting back in 2014 but there was no connection to things going on now back then. I also had no health insurance so going to the ER was something I was not willing to do.

Today I spend a lot of time alone, watching YouTube and playing games online.

I do not feel like leaving the house most days.

Getting back home from my long holiday in Florida woke me up to just how bad things were as I have an apartment that I have spent two days working to clean as much as I physically can only to have more work to do yet.

Today I had more issues with my bowels from lifting and moving things. And my back is in a lot of pain because my lower ab muscles do nothing so I hold myself up with just my back and spine.

Also, my knee almost sent me on my butt a few times today.

I have to make phone calls tomorrow about health stuff.

Also @Honeeecombs What @snow was saying about Botox is very true. I have had it in my rectal muscles and even with how bad it made my bowel accidents I would/will be asking about doing it again when I see my surgeon next month.

Suffering with all this stuff sucks but you are not alone and things could be much worse.

I still have a passion for things that I love. Still love creating and dreaming about things that might never be but they help make me happy each day.

Hobbies also keep me sane. Right now I am into watching and learning about Magic the Gathering so Yea there goes the very few extra $$ I have each month. LOL. Luckly I have a bunch of old cards to make decks with and play online now.

Remember to do one thing everyday that make you smile, eat desserts first when stressed that that yesterday is not your problem to deal with anymore.

Peace and Love.
 
@snow WOW,Snow!

Forgive my curiosity, but about what age are you? Don't answer, if you don't wish to. I'm just curious at what stage of your life this occurred to you. Is that a recent photo of you?
 
snow said:
@MezaJarJarBinks You are one of the greatest sufferers on the forum and I have the most empathy for you of all 🤗. I hope it doesn’t offend you but you’re one of the people I think of when I think how much things could be worse.

Hugs, keep up the survival!
Amy

Amy, you are so kind. Hugs right back! 🤗

Ever since I started coming here years ago, I have considered my suffering as only amateur compared to yours and many others in the group. I grieve for you having been so severely injured at such an early age and how devastating it has been for you ever since. You are so brave and inspiring!

You are in my prayers. 🙏
Chuck
 
I’m 47 now. I fell down the cliff when I was 38 and that’s when my incontinence began. I was first diagnosed with Early Onset Rapidly Degenerative Osteoarthritis in my knees when I was 19. Then I was diagnosed with Early Onset Rapidly Degenerative Disc Disease at age 34. At age 35 I was diagnosed with Spinal Stenosis and because my vertebrae are so screwed up from aggressive snowboarding, skiing, dancing, and yoga, I have developed a 17’ Scoliosis curve in my lumbar spine. It’s easily visible just by looking at my back. Basically, because I no longer have any discs in my spine, my vertebrae are self-fusing to one another and growing painful bone spurs that catch on my muscles. Three years ago I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis. I’ve had hip pain when driving long distances since I was 16, but it got really bad over the past six months so I found out on Dec. 21 that not only do both of my hips need to be replaced, but they also both have big deformities, meaning they’ve needed to be replaced for a long time. I’ve had such severe knee and back pain for so long that I barely noticed my hip pain.

All of this happened because of rotten DNA, because I ballet danced with a professional ballet company that brutalizes your body from age four to age 16, then I started raving and clubbing - jumping up and down on hard floors about nine out of ten nights for the next two decades of my life. I’m a natural overachiever so when I started yoga at age 28, I pushed as hard as I could and was taking the highest classes within six months. That should have taken at least 5-10 years instead. That probably messed up my spine, too. I’ve been an avid backpacker since I was 12 and have done multiple backpacking trips that involved 32 days out in the wilderness with no human contact on the steepest mountains in this country. I’ve rock climbed, ice climbed, bicycled, skateboarded, and just about anything that involves being active. To train for all that, I did 2-3 hours in the gym every day for a couple of decades with an hour on the Stairmaster while wearing a backpack full of flour.

But by far, the worst injuries, including multiple traumatic brain injuries even while wearing a helmet, came from snowboarding at an expert level 120 days/year. That’s what I was doing when I fell down the cliff. When you ski and snowboard as much as I did, you prepare yourself for the very real reality that eventually one day you’re going to break your ankle, your foot, or your leg. But never did I ever think that snowboarding would make me become incontinent. But it did. Snowboarding is the primary activity that demolished my spine.

The combo of my hips needing to be replaced and my lumbar spine being so screwed up is what caused my pelvis to have a painful 21° tilt backward. I just found that out in early January.

Uterine cancer (that spread through my other reproductive tissues) reared its ugly head when I was 41 and after five operations, it was gone by age 42. My skin melanoma had been growing for 10 years but my insurance company wouldn’t pay for the biopsy so I had to wait until it got bad enough that they would finally pay. Next time I’ll make sure I pay for the biopsy my own self. Now I have a 9” jagged Frankenstein scar wrapping around my arm at my elbow. That was also in the same week as the uterine cancer diagnosis when I was 41 and after five surgeries, that was out of me by age 42. The uterine cancer occurred because I was born with Poly Cystic Ovarian Disease (PCOD), which kept me infertile so those organs just kind of rotted. PCOD is caused by an insulin disorder that my mom gave me when I was in her belly. It’s the opposite of diabetes and called HyperInsulinemia.

For extra shits and giggles, I was also born with depression, anxiety, OCD, and ADHD. The OCD explains my perfectionism in athletics and the ADHD explains why I always have to be moving. People with ADHD have a dopamine deficit and therefore have to do wild, active, athletic things to get a dopamine rush just to feel normal.

On 12/21 when I went for surgery pre-op check-in exams before my first knee replacement was supposed to happen on 12/27, they told me the EKG showed I’d had a heart attack. The next day I returned to have many more heart studies done at the hospital. Then because it was Christmas, I couldn’t get any answers from cardiology until 12/26, just 12 hours before my scheduled knee surgery that I’d been saving money for all year and realllllllly looking forward to. The good news was I hadn’t had a heart attack but the bad news was I was born with a hole in my heart called an ASD PFO. I’ve had tons of EKGs before and they never found that hole. I’ve had tons of surgeries before and they never found that hole. Anyway, now it’s found, they told me I have a 75% increase likelihood of having a stroke compared to an average person, and that it will likely happen by age 50. They put me on aspirin and blood pressure medication even though I have normal blood pressure; makes me mad. So I have to get that fixed ASAP and hopefully it can be done through a catheter instead of open heart surgery. I’ve been so depressed in January that I didn’t get my knee done that I haven’t taken any action about my heart yet, but I will see to it this month.

Other medical things I’ve had to deal with: recurrent ear and sinus infections that led to sinus surgery at age 22, large kidney stone at age 17, chronic ulcer from all the Aleve I have to take to cope with my back pain, chronic diarrhea from all the Aleve, a benign breast tumor at age 40 that had to be removed before it became cancerous, lots of toe problems because I wore tight ski boots, ballet point shoes, and rock climbing shoes for so long (gives you better performance), 28 broken bones (that I remember), ear surgeries two years ago after a bad case of the flu, COVID longhaul severe cough that kept me in bed for 6.5 months in 2020-2021, whooping cough at age 35 that lasted for an entire year even though I’d just been vaccinated two years before that and the vaccine is supposed to last for 10 years, etc. I was hospitalized for two weeks with double pneumonia when I was 12 so I permanently lost about 20% of my lung capacity, which means every time I get a cough, I have it viciously and for 4-5 months. Doctors hate it when I walk into their office because I’m such a “complex case,” as they say. They don’t have time to deal with someone with all my issues.

I was 37 in that photo. I was watching the music video awards show that I had directed and produced in Hollywood. I’m an overachiever in all parts of my life. Having a failure of a body is extra disheartening to me because I’m an overachiever. I like to be in charge and to fix things. But I’m not in charge of my body or brain and I can’t fix them.

Some of us just never should have been born. I’m just a big mistake. I’ve had more crap go wrong in my life than the average 100 year old at their time of death. I try to talk to my friends about some of it, but nobody my age has been through any of it so they can’t relate at all and they don’t want to talk about it. My parents can’t relate to it. Even psychotherapists can’t really help me because they’re not in my shoes. My body is a disaster. In my life, my body is the Great Betrayer and the Great Destroyer. It’s hard to go on living when your brain betrays you via mental illness and your body betrays you by turning your Swiss cheese, hole-y skeleton to dust while you’re still alive. What/who do you trust if you can’t trust yourself? Lately I feel like I’m buried alive in a casket while my skeleton rots away. Every time I start to get into the mindset that “I’m a survivor“, something else goes wrong, and I have more to suffer through. I feel so helpless about the future of my body that I have a hard time planning or executing anything for the future because I don’t really believe I have much of a future left. Chronic pain worsens depression and depression worsens chronic pain; it’s a vicious cycle. I’m miserable because I can’t be active any more; I can barely walk. Even if I get all my joint replacements accomplished, I will always have back pain and residual joint pain and my activities will then be limited by the replacements themselves. You can’t kneel or squat after knee replacements or you’ll break the metal. You can’t extend your leg all the way to the back after hip replacements or you’ll break them. Athletic activity is the number one thing that cheers me up but I can’t do it at all. Instead I find myself trapped in the middle of a swimming pool filled with concrete that’s setting up. No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t get to the surface to get a breath of fresh air.
 
@MezaJarJarBinks

Thank you for your kind words, Chuck. It’s nice that we think of each other as “worse than me,” lol! We’re not alone, after all :)
 
Grief and loss are part of the human experience; there's no escaping that. If we hope, we can be disappointed. If we gain something we've got something to lose. If we love we will grieve. I cannot identify with all of the experiences shared in these posts but I am having to come to terms with post prostatectomy incontinence. Well meaning people often say things like, "No matter where you go you always see someone worse off than yourself". Not always helpful I find when you are having a "down" day. You have permission to grieve :-

The end of a dream
How things could have been
The loss of independence
A change in your identity
The loss of your physical health

Its Ok not to be Ok - sometimes
 
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