I wasn't responding to the increasing doses of Asacol, and the prednisone (a.k.a. steroid of the devil) would stop working as soon as he tried to taper my dosage. After a few more colonoscopies, Dr. L nicely told me that there was nothing more they could do for me. I had just turned seventeen.
That was unacceptable to my mother, thankfully. And she made it her mission to find me the best G.I. in the state.
So we went to a pediatric G.I. that was the best in the state. She tried me on a new (at the time) immunosuppressant, mercaptopurine (6mp). I was told that I might lose my hair, and that I couldn't have children. But those seemed a small price to pay to stop the colitis. So we did it. Bi-weekly blood tests checked my liver enzymes to make sure that the medicine wasn't pushing me into toxic levels. And slowly but surely I got better.
Off I went to college to begin my new life!
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