Adhesions are bands of scar tissue that can form inside the body, binding internal organs together...and leaving the victim to suffer incredible pain. Since adhesions elude the eye of standard medical tests, and many doctors do not discuss the illness itself, a proper diagnosis of adhesions, or ARD (Adhesion Related Disorder), is often left up to the sufferer!
Endometriosis.Org is the global platform for news and information in endometriosis. Collaborating between women with endometriosis, physicians, scientists, and others interested in the disease, Endometriosis. Org recognizes that endometriosis can cause inflammation which is a key factor in adhesion formation. More Information: Adhesions/Endometriosis This organization works tirelessly to promote awareness while providing the most up to date information about this illness. Thanks to Endometriosis. Org for recognizing the debilitating condition of adhesion related disorder Doctors: Bound By Secrecy? Victims: Bound By Pain!
The crippling illness of adhesions is often medically overshadowed as many physicians focus on the impact of endometriosis, while giving little heed to the impact of adhesion formation, which can be the actual disabling consequence in some cases that have been termed solely "endometriosis". Due to lack of awareness, many women rely heavily on physician recommended solutions to pain and are none the wiser to the crippling condition of adhesion related disorder. Left to suffer, their lives are reduced to nothingness as they are often ignored and left trapped in a web of endless agony.
Many women will find themselves undergoing medically induced menopause (Lupron Depot) as they are assured by their physician that their pain and symptoms will be reduced. Countless women are carted into the world of treatment of symptoms rather than finding the true answer to the cause of debilitating pain.
Doctors: Bound By Secrecy? Victims: Bound By Pain! is a portrayal of the hopelessness that one victim and her family encountered during a time of severe illness and the enormous effort required to find an answer to the cause of debilitating pain. The story takes the reader into the frustrating maze of modern medicine; a journey unlike any other, and one that no one should have to endure while trapped in the throes of pain and suffering. When the true cause of illness is finally uncovered, ADHESIONS!, the reader will be dismayed to learn that another journey of continuing pain and frustration still lies ahead. Undeterred, however, by each defeating blow from modern medicine, Doctors: Bound By Secrecy? Victims: Bound By Pain! gives new meaning to perseverance, hope, and the strength and love of family.
There's a joke about a man who accidentally dropped a $20 bill into an outhouse toilet. He promptly reached into his pocket, drew out another $20 bill and threw it in as well. When asked why he would do such a thing, he replied: I wasn't about to go in there for a measly twenty dollars!
This bit of humor came to mind a few nights ago when I accidentally dropped my cell phone into the toilet. I realized later, much later, that had it been something else that I dropped, I would have made a complete and thorough plan about the retrieval process. But, being it was my cell phone, there was an immediate and instinctive reaction: my hand was in that toilet as quickly as the phone was falling to the bottom. Thankfully, the toilet water was clean, but still.....it is a toilet....Okay, in case you don't know, women, in general, will think long and hard before immersing their hand in a toilet, regardless of the fact that the water is clean. The toilet could be filled with Evian, but a woman doesn't care....she ain't going in there! However, all thoughts of the throne's purpose never entered my mind. It was my cellphone and I knew it was allergic to water!
Yes, I let out a loud disgusting groan as I went in, but my hand was as fast as lightning. As quickly as the phone made contact with the bottom--(clink)--it was out. Of course, my eyes immediately flashed to the control panel. (screen). Amazingly, my clock was on, and the sky blue background, complete with clouds, was still intact.
I grabbed a towel and began rubbing it off as if it were a long lost lover who had just stepped from my backyard pool, dripping wet. I opened it up. The light came on, though there were droplets of water across the screen. I wiped it dry and then slapped the phone onto the towel several times, just to make sure that any water that may have had time to seep inside would submit to the assault and surrender onto the towel.
My daughter and son-in-law walked into the house just in time to see me slapping the phone onto the towel.
"What'd you do? Drop it in the pool?" my daughter asked.
"No, the toilet...but I got it out in a snap. It's okay, all systems are go."
"No, if you dropped it in the toilet," my son-in-law said, "its got water in it. You better take it apart and let it dry out."
"Who got it out for you?" my daughter asked. (See, I told you we don't go in there.)
"I got it out!" I replied, which caused her to fall in the floor in laughter.
"Oh, my Lord. You put your hand in the TOILET?"
"It was clean water."
"Oh my Lord! You put your hand in the toilet!"
My son-in-law continued, "Let me see it."
I held it up to prove to him that it still worked.
"Naw," he said, "You better take it apart and let it dry out overnight. If it went in the toilet, its got water in it."
My daughter continued to howl.
"You don't understand," I protested, "As soon as it fell in, I had it out."
"But it went in," he argued. "It doesn't matter how fast you retrieved it. It got wet as soon as it went under."
"Look," I retorted, "see, clock is on, light is on...open it up...screen is on, menu is available..."
About that time, the entire phone went black.
"Lights out," my son-in-law snickered.
"Well crap!" I replied, "That makes me so mad! I got it out within seconds!"
I threw it down on the counter. The unfaithful traitor!
My son-in-law snatched it up and began taking it apart. "See, it's wet in here....oh yeah, it's really wet. The SIM card is wet too. But...it'll probably be okay if we let it dry overnight."
I watched as he placed all the parts across the counter one by one.
"Mom," my daughter guffawed, "you should've flushed it!"
Tonight when I spoke to my mom on the phone,
She wanted to know what I do all day long.
She complained that I never call anymore,
Reminding me she was someone I shouldn't ignore.
"Oh it's nothing, mom," I answered, "Nothing at all,
My gosh, I hadn't realized I'd forgotten to call.
I'll make myself a note; oh my, I'm ashamed-
This blog that I'm keeping is always calling my name!"
"The hog that you're keeping?! For the love of Pete!
I surmised it was a man, but with a hog I compete?!
You know honey, I've always worried about you,
Too long in the womb, you were way overdue...
I hope you're not keeping him in the house,
Oh God how I wish you'd gotten a spouse!
You know Roger Jenn is still available,
I know he's ugly, but I bet he's still able."
"Mom," I laughed, as I rolled in the floor,
"Listen to me, it's not a hog I adore!
If you'll give me a chance, I'll try to explain,
It's a blog mom~ a blog~ that's captured my brain."
Edith Rodriguez's death, unfortunately, is an in your face testament to our country's lacking medical care system and the lame attitudes toward the ill and suffering. Edith was ignored while seeking HELP at a medical facility, Martin Luther King Jr.-Harbor Hospital. It is appalling to read that she lay in the floor of a USA emergency room and begged for help, was ignored, while a nurse summoned a janitor to clean up the blood around her! News articles about Edith Rodriguez report that she was a prescription drug and meth addict, which seem to be reported as a means of justifying a medical system who failed her miserably. However, the coroner's report shows that she had no illicit drugs in her system when she made a return visit to the MLK facility on 04/21/07 with continuing stomach pain and vomiting. See: Coroner's Report
The coroner's report shows that Edith had extensive adhesions of the lower abdominal quadrant and that she died of a perforated bowel. The coroner's report reads like a classic American adhesion sufferer's story: presenting at the ER with abdominal pain, nausea, distention, tenderness of the abdomen. Treatment: Pain med's, CT scan, nothing wrong, sent home.
Though MLK is under fire, as they certainly should be, countless adhesions sufferers have lived the same nightmare in emergency rooms all across the US (though most do receive a bed to lie down in rather than being left on the hospital floor). As is chronicled in the book about our daughter and the nightmare she (we) lived, ER visits were all the norm for Melissa, yet she was often ignored or scoffed by medical personnel. More than once we turned around and went back home, believing God to stop the pain, as there was no help for her at the ER.
Until American citizens understand that stories like Edith's are not about a person's class, race, or poor choices in their personal life and come to realize that this is an example of a failing medical system AT LARGE, we will continue to read stories about people such as Edith. Until American citizens demand that the story be told in all its ugliness, without allowing medicine and media to derail the story with reports of prescription and illicit drug use, ALL Americans will continue to suffer.
A human being died due to medical negligence. A human being lay screaming in a hospital floor in the United States of America and she received NO help. That's the story in all its ugliness. And that, dear friends, should make us all quiver in our boots.
Cheers to Mike Adams for going where most men refuse to go! Not only does he delve into the topic of menstruation, he takes an ax to the pharmaceutical companies, the FDA, and to men who have perpetuated the idea of hysterectomy to countless women who most likely could have avoided a hysterectomy. Mike urges women to respect their bodies, the function of their bodies and to think for themselves! Food For Thought
The information found on this website is to share the personal story of my daughter's trying journey with Adhesion Related Disorder. This website is designed solely to: inform, educate, and shatter the silence that surrounds the illness of adhesions, or ARD (Adhesion Related Disorder). The postings within this site are the opinions of the author and/or guests who post here. No content of this website should be construed as medical advice. This site does not provide medical advice. Please consult your physician for all matters concening physical and mental health. 3/14/07