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
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Love, Kerry Doyle 