Dr. G - yes that is my fourth G.I. for those of you counting - came highly recommended.
After some more colonoscopies, he decided we would go back to the immunosuppressants, Asacol, & prednisone.
We discussed this course of treatment in the presence of my husband. It was the first time he had ever been present for this. The doctor explained the dangers of 6-Mercaptopurine. I was familar with these warnings and the blood tests that would be conducted bi-weekly.
You cannot get pregnant.
I had already discussed this with my husband. I had been told this by doctors several times throughout my life. I felt this type of information he deserved to be aware of before we got married. At the time, it didn't matter to him. He didn't want to have children anyways, or so he said.
But it was a quiet ride home. We were traveling 45 minutes each way to see Dr. G. Finally I asked him what was bothering him. He mumbled something about babies. And I cried.
Hearing the doctor say it made it real to him. Me? I had been crying every time I saw a school bus for the last four years.
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