I had a wonderful care team made up of my primary care doctor, my psychologist and my chiropractor. Each one of these people were essential in helping me deal with my Ulcerative Colitis, depression/anxiety and in helping me to get sober. They were an important part of my life and making sure I continued to live.
My primary doctor worked really hard in trying to control my Xanax intake and my obsession with self harm. He referred my to my GI doctor who in return referred me to the Cleveland Clinic for colon removal surgery. He took good care of me after that surgery and took my phone calls at all hours. This physician really cared about me, was a family friend and went the extra mile to ensure my safety and health. He retired (2015)
My therapist worked with my doctor. It was her who called him and said I needed treatment for the addiction to benzo drugs. My therapist helped with so many mental challenges including my diagnosed clinical depression and general anxiety disorder as well as the addiction / alcoholism and the self harm. She knew me most times better than I knew myself. I always told her I would never let her retire because I needed her in so many ways. She retired (2018).
My chiropractor who became a friend was a great help during my illness. When I could not eat due to the effects of the Ulcerative Colitis she delivered supplements to my home. When my mental health started getting wacky she referred me to the local psychologist who became my therapist for 15 years. She has helped me through thick and thin. It was my friend and chiropractor who I went to when I was told I had an addiction issue from my therapist to ask her thoughts and what I should do regarding going to treatment. It was her who took me to my first AA meeting. She helped me heal from my car accident. She has taken care of me and my girls and has been a great asset to our health. Today was our last appointment …. she is retiring.
The above care team was the best and they all went far above the call of duty to care for me. I don’t know what I would have done or where I would be without them. Probably not alive. Even though I have grown and have a handle on my mental health for the most part and little problems with the no colon / Jpouch I feel like I am now left to my own devices. I don’t do well with change and things have changed greatly and life continues to move on.
I have a new therapist who I can really connect with who I saw on occasion in past. It is a good fit and she is very helpful to me. She is always there to return a phone call at all hours and to talk me down no matter what the problem. I have a new physician, I like her, but she doesn’t know me like my original doctor or my (real) history. Medicine has changed and it is almost impossible to get an appointment when needed. I will try the new chiropractor at the office, but it won’t be the same. I retired so I can not complain when others do the same especially since they are older than I.
So really I have to put my big girl pants back on and embrace the change. I do miss those from my original care team but it has been years since my surgery, my mental health diagnosis, and addiction. They have all moved on and maybe I need to do the same.