We need more Compassion within the Medical Field~

                  She walks into the doctor’s office; the pain is excoriating its written all over her face. She is hoping this time, she is going to be believed, and this time will be different. She can’t function; she has lost her sparkle, which once lit up her eyes. She begins to tell every detail, of what she is feeling, she has been there before, as if her voice is just a recorder, telling of her pain again and again. The doctor looks at her, as if he questions the truth, that’s starring him right in the face.

             He doubts her words and the humiliation stabs her like a knife through her heart, she tries to hide her tears, but she can’t, they spill over, she looks, no word need to be spoken, she has said all she can say, her heart is screaming help me for Goodness sake, this is inhumane, I’m a Person, I have a disease.

           Good afternoon my readers, outside the snow is falling, it’s like a winter wonder land, inside its warm and cozy, I’m sipping hot coca and writing this important entry. I wanted to address how the medical field views IC and how so many of you are being treated by those we think will HELP us. I’ve experienced this first hand and I know many of you are experiencing it right now. Yes there are kind, compassionate ones out there, but far too many who don’t take our pain and this disease serious.

          They think we over exaggerate our symptoms, they think we just want meds, why is it so many are on this side of the fence, why do the ones who choose this profession to help the sick and the hurting, turn a blind eye to those of us who suffer day in and day out. It’s as if, since they can’t see what this very REAL disease is, to them it’s invisible. Some doctors are uninformed, others are just plain ignorant, and cruel. What hurts more the fact; they won’t help us, or just pass up on to another doctor, or the knife cutting words that can come out of their mouths. No compassion, no empathy, no understanding, its hurts to the very core of who we are as humans, as chronic pain patients, as woman and men.

     Before I officially got a diagnosis, I was in and out of the Emergency room so much, they never heard of IC , interstitial cystitis, they just gave me pain medication and sent me on my way, the looks I got at times,  pierced my soul, because they were saying without speaking, is  she a addict? How could her pain be this severe, when all her tests come back negative? I would leave in tears; they only put a Band-Aid on the wound, never bothered to get to the bottom of the issue.

          That’s why its so important to raise awareness, for those in the medical field, who don’t understand or know of IC. And for those who feel were are just seeking a fix on meds, ive got a message for you.” If you can’t have compassion and see what’s in front of you, for reality, then you have no business, being in the field you’re in nothing hurts worse, be sides the pain, than when you go for help, your thrown to the side, like a rag doll, humiliated and tossed from doctor to doctor, because no one wants to believe and take you seriously.

            Being a doctor is so much more than, giving a diagnosis, more than the medication you prescribe, more than the tests you give or treatments you do, more than your degree, more than the book knowledge you attained at medical school. Its so MUCH more…. Its about CARIING for the person as a whole. Its about compassion, its about listening. Its about feeling’s i can’t help, but cry, when I write this, because its not just my pain I feel, I feel each of yours, we all suffer with this, but our journeys are all different, but at one time or another we all have experienced this or maybe you still are right now, please know this, im praying for you. Im lifting you up to my Lord, because this is no easy journey to walk, and you should not have to walk alone. Sometimes it will take awhile to find a doctor who you feel comfortable with, I encourage you do not give up looking, don’t settle for being treated anything less than what you deserve, to be treated with Respect and understanding, and to be Believed. That’s the best feeling, when you walk into a doctor’s office and you know that, they care enough to give you their undivided attention, and to do all they can to help you get some help.