Some very good news.
We got the results of the blood tests Steven had last week. Everything was normal. The biggest relief was that the liver functioning results were fine. After the terrifying news 5 years ago that Steven’s liver was packing up, it feels incredible that we’ve managed to reverse that process.
I forgot to ask about the weight results at the time but checked yesterday and Steven has lost nearly 14 stone since those dark days in 2014. By cutting out the anti psychotic drugs that he didn’t need to be on in the first place. That he was introduced to because the people at the ATU didn’t have the imagination or the humanity to notice that they were killing him. Instead, they fell back on parent blaming and I was trapped in endless, pointless dietician meetings. I still feel so angry about this.
The weight has been reduced without any major changes to Steven’s diet. He eats practically the same stuff as he did 5 years ago. Diet was never the problem. It was the fucking drugs. He could still do with losing perhaps another 3 stone and the weight loss has definitely slowed down after the initial shedding but its heading in the right direction.
The medication was Killing him and now he’s got his life back.
Ironically, Steven and I are heading in opposite directions, weight wise. This time last year I was planning the over 60s bodybuilding competition. At my last check up, they discovered why my gut has expanded considerably. During the operation, in order to get to the tumour, they had to cut through the abdominal muscle wall. Unfortunately, it didn’t repair properly and collapsed and now sits on my lap like a visiting infant. Ironically, before they discovered the cause of the problem they offered to refer me to a dietician, again assuming that food was the problem. I’m having to get my head round the idea that no amount of clean diets or sit ups will make any difference to this protuberance.
I can just about cope with that. I’m 60. I can get pass the idea of having a six pack. But Steven has his whole life ahead of him. He needs his liver. He needs to be able to dance to The Thompson Twins without gasping for breath. As long as he is in his own home with carers that care, that can happen. There is no way he will end up on deadly drugs whilst he is a Cowley man in his own home.
But if someone ever decides he needs to be back in an ATU…….