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Published 19 February 2009, doi:10.1136/bmj.b380
Cite this as: BMJ 2009;338:b380
Jocelyn Anne Silvester, patient1, Mohsin Rashid, gastroenterologist2
1 Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada R3N 1B2,, 2 Division of Gastroenterology, Department of Paediatrics, Faculty of Medicine, Dalhousie University, IWK Health Centre, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada B3K 6R8
Correspondence to: M Rashid mohsin.rashid@iwk.nshealth.ca
A woman who had symptoms of coeliac disease from childhood describes how her life improved markedly once the disease was diagnosed in her 20s
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The day my physician gave me the most powerful tool that doctors have—a diagnosis—marked the point when my journey living with coeliac disease began. For years I had had chronic abdominal pain and vague gastrointestinal symptoms. As a child, I never slept on my stomach because it was always sore. When I was a teenager, my symptoms worsened (possibly related to an increasing reliance on pizzas). I was generally unwell and developed a chronic iron deficiency anaemia that was refractory to oral iron supplements. My physicians—general practitioners and gastroenterologists—would take a history then prescribe a therapeutic dose of barium (to both ends) to reassure themselves that they had not missed a diagnosis of inflammatory bowel disease.
As the barium cycle was repeated, I realised that medicine is the art not of making a diagnosis but of ruling one out, with special attention to the rare and deadly (I was once
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