Jennifer, total cost was $568. That included return postage.
Jean
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I remember the three week wait really testing my patience. Hang in there. Gathering as much "material" as Enterolab needs is really strange when you have to put it in the freezer. It really felt weird taking it to the UPS store for delivery.
Even though I was just below the lower range for gluten sensitivity, I am eating gluten free and dairy free. I went to a nutritionist, who recommended I take a probiotic and l-glutamine and eat gluten and dairy free. I have taken Budesonide since early December. I am now feeling a lot better. It is worth it to make the changes, even though it is really difficult.
Even though I was just below the lower range for gluten sensitivity, I am eating gluten free and dairy free. I went to a nutritionist, who recommended I take a probiotic and l-glutamine and eat gluten and dairy free. I have taken Budesonide since early December. I am now feeling a lot better. It is worth it to make the changes, even though it is really difficult.
Marion
Diagnosed with Collagenous Colitis 11/28/2012
Diagnosed with Collagenous Colitis 11/28/2012
I read this thread during the time it was being written but was unable to respond. I was laughing over the talk about "collection" of "material" and having to put it in the freezer. OMG--I have a Thanksgiving story that will make you all either positively grossed out, or sick from laughing so hard.
I had to do a fecal fat test which involves "collecting material and keeping it cold (as one adds to it) for 48 hours." It was at the height of my flare and I was going often and adding a lot of "material" to it every time. The hospital lab had given me 4 large containers to fill and I started the test on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving Day (T-giving Eve). By 10:00 the next morning (T-giving Day) I had filled to the brim 3 of the 4 containers with no sign of ability to stop. My son was preparing dinner, oblivious to what I was having to do (as well as what I was hiding in our 2nd refrig behind some of the luscious food he was planning on serving). My husband was outside trying to take advantage of the last decent weather to finish a painting project. I called the hospital lab and talked to a tech about "my problem." She was silent a minute and said, "Really? You've filled 3 of the 4 containers?!" I said yes, that I was afraid that I had. She recovered and said, "Well, honey you just come on down and get some more containers. We have plenty for you!"
I ended up filling 6 containers and all I will say about that is that it was cold and odoriferous work. To this day, I cannot use the soap that I used to wash my hands with during that time because it makes my stomach turn with bad memories of noxious odors.
When I took the filled containers to the hospital to turn them in, I felt like I was turning in an important school project--like a monumental paper or something and I was soooo glad to be done with it. I asked the tech who took it from me what they actually did with the "material". She said quickly, "We don't do anything with it. It goes straight to Mayo after we had 'an incident' a couple of years ago."
"An incident?" I inquired.
"Oh yes," she said, "A couple of years ago, we had to take that stuff and condense it into one bucket before we sent it off. One of our techs was prying of the lid and it 'blew up on her. Well, you know it is pretty full of gas..."
I said, "Oh my goodness, that poor soul. Was she okay?"
The tech got a wicked smile and said, "Oh, it was poetic justice. No one liked that particular job and she least of all. She was all was 'too busy' when it came time to doing one of those tasks. She could not find an excuse that day. When we heard the explosion we all turned and looked at her. She was covered with it, but when we ascertained that she was fine we all had a good laugh at her expense."
I had to do a fecal fat test which involves "collecting material and keeping it cold (as one adds to it) for 48 hours." It was at the height of my flare and I was going often and adding a lot of "material" to it every time. The hospital lab had given me 4 large containers to fill and I started the test on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving Day (T-giving Eve). By 10:00 the next morning (T-giving Day) I had filled to the brim 3 of the 4 containers with no sign of ability to stop. My son was preparing dinner, oblivious to what I was having to do (as well as what I was hiding in our 2nd refrig behind some of the luscious food he was planning on serving). My husband was outside trying to take advantage of the last decent weather to finish a painting project. I called the hospital lab and talked to a tech about "my problem." She was silent a minute and said, "Really? You've filled 3 of the 4 containers?!" I said yes, that I was afraid that I had. She recovered and said, "Well, honey you just come on down and get some more containers. We have plenty for you!"
I ended up filling 6 containers and all I will say about that is that it was cold and odoriferous work. To this day, I cannot use the soap that I used to wash my hands with during that time because it makes my stomach turn with bad memories of noxious odors.
When I took the filled containers to the hospital to turn them in, I felt like I was turning in an important school project--like a monumental paper or something and I was soooo glad to be done with it. I asked the tech who took it from me what they actually did with the "material". She said quickly, "We don't do anything with it. It goes straight to Mayo after we had 'an incident' a couple of years ago."
"An incident?" I inquired.
"Oh yes," she said, "A couple of years ago, we had to take that stuff and condense it into one bucket before we sent it off. One of our techs was prying of the lid and it 'blew up on her. Well, you know it is pretty full of gas..."
I said, "Oh my goodness, that poor soul. Was she okay?"
The tech got a wicked smile and said, "Oh, it was poetic justice. No one liked that particular job and she least of all. She was all was 'too busy' when it came time to doing one of those tasks. She could not find an excuse that day. When we heard the explosion we all turned and looked at her. She was covered with it, but when we ascertained that she was fine we all had a good laugh at her expense."
Jane
Diagnosed with Lymphocytic Colitis 12/19/12
"When it gets dark enough,you can see the stars."
Charles A. Beard
Diagnosed with Lymphocytic Colitis 12/19/12
"When it gets dark enough,you can see the stars."
Charles A. Beard
