Right after I wrote my last post I got extremely sick. No One but my husband and a few close trusted people really knew what I was going through.It was one of the hardest secrets to keep but at the same time I needed to protect me and my privacy. I went six weeks without eating a drop of single food. Every Time I did I would end up in the hospital. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t breath. My throat swollen. Hands down there is nothing scarier than not being able to breath.
I went to my lap band doctor first and he let my band go. Still no help. I spent days back and forth from our pmc and the hospital. I have to say Landsthul hospital is fantastic. I had an experience with a German hospital and will never step foot in another. The game of charades was horrible. The fact they sent me away not being able to breath was horrific. Here each hospital specialized in something and only have certain doctors. To me that is fucking crazy. I have never missed the states as much as I did at that moment. You guessed it we drove another hour and a half to the American hospital. Longest car ride of my life.
That is where I get the news that we are going to have to have a surgery to look down my digestive track. The symptoms I am experiencing are like cancer of the digestive system and more importantly the thyroid. In order to do this we need to consult with ENT and GI doctors. Lets add a two week weight. On day of surgery 1 I am down 37 pounds. Doctor and staff are amazed that I have not eaten in 4.5 weeks. Kept asking us if we were sure. Yup I am damn sure due to the fact I was starving. I woke heart broken that we had no answers. We find out we have to reschedule for full on sedation. Ok lets make this quick. Another 1.5 weeks. Hey I got this. I have become a pro at waiting. I am ordered a GI test as I leave. Off we go. I will never forget sitting in the GI dressing room and just sobbing. All I wanted was answers. The sweet German nurse came and just held me. I don’t remember her name. I just remember her kindness on a day I was certain we were just going to get more bad news. That I would end up hearing those words “Mrs. Caiafa you have cancer.” She told me that she was going to pray for me. All I could was ask her not to pray for me but my children and husband. I couldn’t face what would happen to them.
My week and half passed slow. Like when you were a kid waiting for Christmas.Finally day of surgery. This time they got th job done and another week of waiting. I found out I have Hashimotos Thyroiditis. It is commonly misdiagnosed. I am glad I have answers and I can live with it. Part of me wished that I had said something sooner but a bigger part of me just needed to process what we as a family were facing. What we were dealing with overseas and no family around. Just one more notch in our belt to make us stronger.
I am glad I pressed the issues with the doctors and made them listen to me. I am so very thankful to Landsthul hospital.