Back in 1999 I went to the University of Minnesota and had surgery to help curb my eating. Back in '99 the term Gastric Bypass scared the hell out of me so I elected, with the doctors encouragement, to have something called a vertical banded gastroplasty. They make a staple line in the stomach and then place a ring at the bottom. There is no alteration to the plumbing and the ring forces the person to eat smaller quantities and really chew the food. Sounded like a wonderful compromise and for a while it worked. I didn't receive any counseling nor did I receive any follow-up and predictably the weight started to return.
Fast forward to 2009. I started to lose weight again which was a pleasant surprise, at least at first. 240, 230, 220, and down it went. Along the way I was tested locally to find out why I was losing weight so rapidly, and why I couldn't eat. When my weight got down to 150 my family doc threw up his hands and sent me to Mayo in Rochester, MN. After more tests I ended up in Gastroenterology where a a wonderful doctor asked me one question. "What kinds of food are you craving?" My answer was Jelly Beans. He nodded and told me that the ring around my stomach channel had developed a stricture and very little was passing into my digestive tract. Sugar cravings were an obvious symptom. If I had cancer I wouldn't be very hungry I guess. He also explained that he was no diagnostic genius. He said that his surgical team had done hundreds of revisions of this particular procedure. When I asked why they used to do this surgery he told me that it was still being performed in some placed. The U of MN was one of these facilities which I thought was very odd for a teaching hospital. Amazingly the surgeon went in, snipped the band and I was cured. The pounds came rolling back, but at least i was no longer malnourished.
The reason that I tell this tale is that Dr. Saar told me the cravings were the tipoff. He told me to never ignore cravings that persist. He said that I should get to the bottom of whatever it is that ails me. I find myself in this position yet again. Once again it is sugar though this time in the form of Gummy Bears. What the hell? I hate those things. So I packed myself back to my family practitioner and he did a whole series of tests. I thought, and still think, that after my Gall Bladder went bye-bye there is something going on with the pancreas, but all of my tests were normal. The doctor, as I have described before is 6'5" and 140 pounds. He's a runner and strictly adheres to the calorie in/calorie out school of thought where weight loss is concerned. I suspect that he thinks that I am becoming a hypochondriac.
And here I am at a real crossroads. If everything is working as designed what is the deal with the Gummy Bears? I am on a sugar purge starting today. My plan is to stay sugar free for a week and see if sanity returns. The alternative to the sanity is unthinkable and frightening beyond belief. I want to believe that this will snap my body back into a healthy mode. I want to believe that everything will be fine once my pancreas settle down. I want to believe that everything is going to be OK...but the words of the mayo doctor keep playing in my head - "Never Ignore Cravings."