Month: July 2018

Beverly Hills, 90210.

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I didn’t look sick. Unlike many people my new doctor didn’t judge. She just wanted to know my symptoms, my lifestyle, about work, my family history, hobbies and my dietary habits. She seemed pleased I ate healthily, exercised, didn’t take drugs, drink or smoke. Regardless, she wasn’t happy and wanted me to see another doctor. I’m in Beverly Hills so of course the Doctors text and everything is just like you see in the movies. Two hours later, my life story told and happy to be in her care, I am in my car and on the way to a quick made-by-text second doctor’s appointment for the day.

I glanced down at the view of the Beverly Center from my appointment made-by-text gastroenterologist’s 10th floor office. He asked if it was okay to look at my bottom. If having a torch shone up my rectum isn’t bad enough, he is handsome but what choice do I have? The truth is I really can’t endure another day of this excruciating pain.

Blood tests tested and stool samples sampled, the next day my doctor called with the results. Everything looked normal, still I needed a colonoscopy and as soon as possible. Am I imagining things? I know I’m not okay. There is something seriously wrong. I need answers. All of a sudden I feel my life has an expiration date.

Love, Kerry Doyle xx

Photo Credit: Kay Sukumar

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Curled Up On My Bedroom Floor.

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As the year progressed my list of symptoms and excuses increased with the passing months. Tick, tick, tick.

The extreme fatigue I attributed to working too much and the God awful LA traffic. The abdominal cramps were surely just my menstrual cycle, I mean most women get menstrual cramps, right? I had an upset tummy nearly everyday. I put it down to gluten intolerance or those tall cups of not so great Americano all of which would lead me to rushing to any available bathroom all too often. My weight loss I put down to decreased appetite but hey, in my early days of modelling I was told, “You can never be too skinny in New York City.” But the blood in my stools, that I couldn’t explain. Despite a misdiagnosis of being “Just haemorrhoids,” as I told my Mum on the phone.

“I am not over-reacting. I really don’t feel well.”

One day after spending too many hours curled up on my bedroom floor crying in pain, I called my dad and greeted him with tears.

“It sounds like Colitis. I saw on a medical documentary they think baby poop can cure it.”

“Thanks for that Dad!”

Despite Pa’s suggested remedy he only ended the call after I promised to go and see a Doctor the next day.

That phone call and Doctor’s appointment that followed catapulted me onto a journey, which has changed my life forever.

Love, Kerry Doyle xx

Photo Credit: @carrsun

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