
Your whole life you have lived healthy. You have eaten healthy and patronized good habits. Your good health and sense of good well being therefore, is not an accident, rather the result of your diligence and calculated choices of life. You are active, fully functional and enjoy the finer things in life, friends and family. Then comes the sudden betrayal of life. You have the urge; you have the sense of immediacy that you always depended on. Except you sit, first for few minutes thinking just taking time would help, then fifteen minutes goes by and then thirty minutes! You strain, perhaps by now with some feeling of nausea, you have looked at the favorite magazine flipping through all of its pages, or surveyed all the pages of the old newspaper that had been left in restroom in forgotten past, you had re-examined every component of the potpourri you had stacked away on the vanity table of the rest room, you even had the second and the third look at the little painting of the flower you had hung on the wall of your intimate restroom only now discovering the little imperfections all the while sitting patiently on the commode sit. But it won’t come. Not that it doesn’t want to come out, but you have the feeling that something is blocking it, something is not letting it out in the open.
Your colon betrays your wish, your body’s wish, defying the signals of your brain and the spinal cord. You come out of the experience frustrated, sweaty, and fearful; but hope for the best and hope that it would solve itself next time around. You redouble your good diet, increasing fiber, and then you visit your neighborhood’s friendly pharmacy buying some remedies, a probiotic perhaps in addition to laxaitives. But next day is the same and more of the same is the following day. You wonder what’s happening and why is it you? The very thought not only makes you scared but even angry. You have all the terrible thoughts: “Do I have colon cancer?” “What did I do wrong” or “Perhaps I am not still eating right”! You second guess, begin to doubt yourself and your mind goes crazy.
This is exactly what happened to my patient Mrs. X. She grew up in Boston. Following New English Irish tradition her early education was completed in Catholic Schools. She grew up in a single parent home and lived in government housing for a time. Those are the days in Boston’s Catholic bastion, children of single matriarchal family were frowned upon, not that anyone told anything openly, but the unexpressed “there’s something wrong with your family or mother” was evident in their expression and refined New England accent.
When I saw her in the office her complaint was constipation. But not the “normal” constipation that people suffer from! It is the constipation that has urgency of bowel movement but as if her colon is betraying her by not relaxing, an act that is essential for a successful and satisfying bowel movement.

She sounds so deserving, and your diagnosis is so critical. I wish Mrs. X the very best in her quest for this needed coordination and relief.
She sounds so deserving, and your diagnosis is so critical. I wish Mrs. X the very best in her quest for this needed coordination and relief.