Diverticulitis and diverticulosis — not the best subject for a Sunday morning, but let me tell you a story that begins with my first diagnosis of this problem. First, though, you need to know I have no medical training. Apart from First Aid, Level Two, now several years out of date.
The problem above is a common one. It’s the reason so many people end up with 6-12-24 monthly colonoscopies scheduled into their lives.
And I’m one of them.
But last time I underwent the process, there was no sign, and no written undertaking, that the thing above was present.
Gone. Normal. Okay, not fully normal. There are small polyps, but no sign of diverticul-thingies. Not one. Of course, I still have an appointment for the near future to follow up, and despite all my questions — none of them subtle — no response about why they aren’t mentioned.
Is it curable? No response. Once I got home I looked it up. No mention of cures. Medications, etc. Fibre, etc. But no cure. It’s a thing that goes on forever. Apparently.
Except it didn’t. I have no sign of the excruciatingly painful condition that sent me off to the [you know what I call them, don’t you? If not, think of a comedy movie with rockets and a man named Chase].
What has changed?
I spent a couple of weeks looking into the choices I’d made since the problem first created drastic changes in my life — like not being able to eat a lot of the foods I grow, enjoy, and look forward to being in season.
Now, I eat ’em. And no painful consequences.
But what did I change between then and now?
First, I have to say that I don’t know if what I did made any difference. I can only say what I did — the only thing I did apart from not eat the food that caused pain — and marvel at the most recent outcome.
What? Come on, what was it? Are you yelling at me? Okay, here goes.
I cut out all manufactured food, all food with numbers, all pre-packaged and pre-prepared and pre-cooked. Anything with a fake anything went out with the garbage. As did sugar, in all its forms. I eat food. Meat, veg, fruit (not too many — calories don’t care about gut conditions and the pancreas will make fat out of too many sugars whether they’re fruit or molasses or honey).
No sugar (it’s a super-refined product from processes that take anything that was once useful in small doses to the killer it has become in this modern society), nothing from the grocery aisles. Just real food. I can eat bread that’s been left to do its thing with yeast for a day, but not the quick loaves. No white stuff, which is refined carbohydrates, ie converts to sugar faster than a bee can buzz to a pollen source. No numbers, no drinks with more numbers than water (I drank a beer the other day, though). Nothing that is different from what people ate maybe a hundred years ago. Good butter (and I like cooking with coconut oil), olive oil, fatty steaks (and sausages made by SIL who uses only meat and fat) — not too much, but enough to do what needs to be done to grease the tracts.
Eggs, love eggs. Veg, in season, as much as I like. I pre-make Asian-style salad stuff and put it in the fridge — lasts a week. I pre-make soup for the freezer. I pick from the garden (which doesn’t see anything with numbers, either, just compost and chook stuff).
Am I tempted by the stuff I chose to live without? Yep. Advertising kills me — I can smell ’em. But when I remember the pain in my gut for all those years … I didn’t lose anything by changing what I ate, I gained my life without pain [apart from arthritis, but that’s also improving, albeit much more slowly].
What have you tried, and how do your results look?
Or am I deluded by illusions?
Oh, and I’m going to take this post down in a week or so because it’s just my opinion, my observations, my problem [solved].