Has anyone out there had a cecal volvulus?  If so, did it re-occur?
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Yes, it can re-occur.Talk to a surgeon.
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Yea, mine ruptured 7 weeks prior to surgery. I almost died from the infection. If they need removed, gett'em out.
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I don't have statistics for you, but this is a known complication.\n\nSpeaking very, very roughly, I'd guess that in the facility where I work, it occurs to fewer than one person out of a hundred.  I realize that's no consolation when it happens to you.\n\nIn my experience, it usually doesn't require surgical repair.  The monitoring you describe sounds more typical.\n\nFor what little it's worth, I'm sorry this happened to you.
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I had the same thing happen to me several years ago.  I had ovarian cysts that had to be removed surgically.
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Yeah, I already did!\n\nNot to mention that they happened when I was busy throwing up.  I dunno how it actually happened.  What I can still remember is that, my face was really a mess after that.
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I am reciting some of my experiences here – they are not meant to be boastful, rather I would like to inspire as many people who are suffering from cancer as possible – I would like to tell them – you can live normally! My best wishes to all, their families and friends! This is a long message so please do bear wtih me!\n\nThe stage grouping for my tumor was IVA (T3N0M0)  \n\nI ran a manufacturing plant in Mumbai (Bombay) and then moved to another city. I am a father of three beautiful kids- a son (age 20) who’s doing Engineering - Computer Science, a daughter (age17) who’s doing a pre-university science course and a school going younger son (age 10), and am very much in love with my wife of 25 years. We'll be celeberating our Wedding Siver Jubilee soon!\n\nOn August 30, 2002, I was diagnosed with cholangiocarcinoma - lower end common bile duct - by an MRI scan, I was 43 years old then (I married young), a malignant tumor was present at the joint between the head of my pancreas and the bile duct. This was further complicated by a scratch in my pancreas caused during ERCP on September 2, 2002. Though I have a high threshold of pain, the ERCP injury was almost intolerable and I had to be kept under sedation until surgery which took place on September 7, 2002. –.   Whipple’s procedure. \n\n\nMy gall bladder, omentum, part of my stomach, part of my pancreas (about 1/3rd),duodenum and the bile duct were removed. The margins were all clear. Right from September 1, 2002, when I had my last meal for quite some time, I was not fed anything at all, not even water. I was fed intravenously (I digress). \n\nReconstruction was carried out. I was in the operation theater and under anesthesia for almost 11 and ½ hours. Everything was fine until September 15, 2002, when excessive fluids started leaking out of the two drain holes made on both side of my abdomen. On that day in the morning I was fed with a low fiber diet with a tube connected directly to my stomach. I was very sick. My bowels gave away suddenly, and I lost control over my bladder. I started shivering violently and then suddenly felt very hot, I started sweating profusely and breathing was difficult even with an oxygen mask which had not been removed after surgery. Though in distress, my mind was very clear and lucid. I could see the expressions on the hospital staff and the doctors’ faces and understood that any second could be my last. That did not worry me or scare me, what worried me was my family’s fate after me, though after all the pain death was not an option that I wanted to reject outright.   \n\nI realized how serious I was, when experts advised that I be shifted to another hospital with better facilities a few miles away, and the doctors attending upon me, including the surgeon who’d operated on me and the anesthetist personally lifted me up and put me on a gurney to wheel me to the ambulance, rather than wait for the ward boys to come in. I remember the doctors periodically checking upon me by asking how I felt during the ambulance ride. I knew they wanted to know the level of my consciousness. I remember feeling the ambulance speeding and constant sound of the siren - not klaxon.\n\nI was quickly taken for an MRI scan and later my gurney with me on it was kept outside the hospital room, in a very safe and sterile place until the fate of my scan and probably, the doctors wanted to see if I would survive before admitting me into the hospital, Probably, if I know the law correctly, if I’d died within 24 hours of admission to a hospital a Post Mortem procedure would be mandatory.  I understood all this while I was waiting to be admitted to the better hospital, as I said, my mind was clear and lucid all throughout, I was very much aware of my surroundings, the people, the sounds and noises.\n\nAt that time I remember feeling quite pleasant, not hot at all and there seemed to be cool breeze wafting around me cooling me up. \n\nI was finally taken
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Yes, a few times.  Once I was in a car accident where my car was side swiped.  There were 3 passengers in my car, all of whom were injured and required hospitalization.  I refused transportation to the hospital by ambulance, believing I wasn't injured.  Then the paramedic, told me to look at the front of my shirt which was covered in blood.  At the same time, he reached down and picked something up off of the pavement.  It was my ear!  I immediately fainted and assumed I was loaded on the ambulance because when I woke up I was on a gurney in the hospital awaiting surgery!
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seriously a big matter, i feel this is a case of very severe food poisoning, please go see a doctor to get a jab, i remember the last time i had one of those, i was so sick i couldnt move. Hope you bring your partner there as soon as possible, Cheers
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Yes. I had it in 1991. I caught it at Club Med in St.Lucia, French West Indies. It started with a horrible headache which got worse and worse, lots of nausea, pain all down my spine. I was hospitalized for 2 weeks and not supposed to fly for two months. I lost 30 pounds, was light sensitive, couldn't stand noise. But it isn't a fatal illness, though you wish you'd die, the pain is so horrible. It is not as contagious as the bacterial version either.\n\nYour poor, sweet wife. Give her a hug (softly) from me. I feel for her.
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O.k..\nLast week my sister got married and I was her bridesmaid...\nI dont know whether it was the cappucino or not but I Pooted during the blessing prayer!!..lol\nNo... Im not going to lie I farted and it was sooo loud because it was quiet then... the smell started to spread and the preacher was making twisted faces and stuff... and my BIL was laughing my sister was too...\nand someone was taping it for my mom so the next day she was showing it to people who didnt get to see it and they were laughin because the fart was audible... I was soo embaressed... the thought still makes me cringe n wanna cry...
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I had one September of last year. Unfortunately, part of mine died away. Apparently, that doesn't happen often. Up until that point it was looking pretty good and after the recovery of the surgery there wasn't any pain associated with it. I just had the Dorsi flap reconstruction (from the back) though and since then I have limited movement, muscle aches and spasms. Feel free to email me for specific questions.
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well it's impossible to make any conclusive statements without knowing the entire case and what exactly was damaged.  if it was intussusception (when one part of the intestine "telescopes" into another causing a blockage of his bowels) and then a ruptured bowel, then this should not really affect his ability to have kids later in life.  I believe if there had been any involvement of his reproductive system the surgeons would have told you.
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I have had it happen to me a couple of times.\n\nThe most memorable was when I was 17, staying home alone from work with a flu and really bad fever. I knew I was in trouble, and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to cool my forehead, and the Tylenol to take. Halfway there, I looked down, and thought, "well, I'm going to have trouble getting this stuff if I don't have real hands." I then realized I couldn't see my hands or feet, turned around, and still saw myself lying on the couch while I was standing in the middle of the living room. I knew at that point that I had a choice. I looked out the door, and back at my body. I thought about my situation, and enjoyed looking around, guiding my floating a bit through thought, and having rather deep thoughts about how fun death seemed. But then I thought "What about Mom? I can't do this to my family....and there's other stuff for me to do first." After a few seconds, I decided to go back, even though being out-of-body certainly seemed fun. I just wasn't ready not to be alive. As soon as I made the decision, I took a few steps toward my body, and then "snapped" back and was inside. I was not breathing and my heart wasn't beating, and it was the most awful feeling I've ever experienced. I sent a powerful thought to my heart "Beat, d--- you!!!" and after a couple more seconds it finally went "lub..... dub....lub..dub...lubdub...." The second most awful thing was that my chest wasn't reflexively breathing by then...I then had to force that first breath. Anoxia is agonizing. The muscles didn't want to move at first, and then finally they did, and the air seared my lungs. After thrashing around for a bit until the pain reduced, I got up WITH my body and got the Tylenol and the wet washcloth. I took my temperature.... 104! I took three Tylenol instead of two, and forced myself into a cool water bath..brrrrrr.\n\nI've had other OBE's, but that one is the easiest to describe, and the only one during serious illness (which is more easy for those who have not experienced one to relate to). I found that it generally takes serious stress to the body for it to happen for me (anaphylaxic allergic reactions to various medications or ant stings, long-term severe anxiety due to life crises, etc.), and I don't seek out the experience...it is too dangerous as I still want to live (I'm a mom, teacher, and just have too much going on to leave it now). \n\nOn the other hand, having this and the other OBE's has resulted in my NOT fearing death. I hate and am terrified of pain... but death? I don't WANT to die...but I also am not afraid of it. Just like I don't want to spend so much on gas...but I'm not afraid of the gas pump...lol!\n\nIt also has brought me into a deeper relationship with G-d. I have no question that G-d exists (things that happened in other OBE's that I can't describe here...too personal), and I feel nothing but love and awe for the Creator. I am Jewish, but I also am fully aware of all our different faiths as just different ways for us to "look" at the same thing given our physical and mental limitations. I enjoy the philosophy, particular view of G-d, and rituals of Judaism, not to mention that it is my family's heritage. However, the religion itself is not important except to building your spiritual comfort, sense of community in G-d, and a framework for personal reflection...the relationships between your heart and G-d, and your deeds and your fellow humans, are what are important when everything is said and done.
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Several things.  First of all, there could be, as others have stated, fluid buildup: ascites, for instance (leaking of fluid into the open area of the abdomen); there could be a collection of stool--usually that's not as large as it sounds like might be going on here--in the colon.  The bowel can wrap around itself and injure itself (volvulus) and when that happens, there can be considerable swelling, too.  Of course, there could be a mass--some benign tumors of the uterus can become immense, for instance, and there are a number of possible reasons why a cyst could form, some of which can get very large-- or other things.  Of course, there's always the reason I've got a bulging belly: I'm just plain fat.\n\nThis requires evaluation by a physician, frankly; some of the causes (especially if the abdomen has gotten markedly larger rapidly) can require emergent medical intervention...\n\nI'd recommend seeing a doc, preferably soon.
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Jeez I thought I was the only one who this happened to. I think it has something to do with food or hard mucus.
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ROTFL  look dude, i am a nurse. calm down okay..no it is not good to have not had a bowell movement in 5 days but not quite life threatening yet,,first of all, do you or someone you know have a stethascope? if so, listen to where your bowells are if you hear no gurgling and rumbling then you have hypoactive bowell sounds..which means constipation.or could be a twisted bowell, but you would know if you had this (pain). try this.warm some prune juice in an 8 oz. glass. pour 60ml of Milk of Mag. (4 tablespoons) mix it all together and drink it down. tomorrow morning you should feel much better. k..good luck.\n\n\noh, if nothing happens after 7 days go to the dr. could be impaction. with this the symptoms are loss of appetite, nausea, vomiting usually bile. you would know if you were impacted..just try this or a soap suds enema with about 1000ml of water. they sell these otc..good luck dear.
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Yes, I have.\n\nI was driving home one night and about 1/4 mile from home I got this incredible urge to poop.  It got more urgent by the second.  I was coming upon a major intersection in downtown Brooklyn, where I make a left turn to go the last three blocks home.  If I missed the light, I knew it was like a three minute wait for the next green, so I accelerated.  Just as I was coming to the intersection, it turned red...but I ran it...I was terrified I'd be stopped by a cop and have to wait yet another ten minutes while he wrote a ticket. Luckily, there was no cop.\n\nI drove the last three blocks, and there was a spot right in front of my house.  I parked and ran inside.\n\nThere were about stairway about 25 long to get to my apartment on the second floor, and I was debating how to go up it.  By this time, I was clenching my butt cheeks as tight as possible to keep everything inside, and was worried that going up the stairs would somehow loosen my grip.  Should I run up as fast as I could, or go up slowly, concentrating on keeping my cheeks clenched.\n\nI decided to run.\n\nAs I was running up the stairs, the flow started.  It was the wrong choice; I should have gone up one step at time, slowly, while still holding it back tight.  By the time I reached the top, I was soaked with runny poop. I ran upstairs to the shower and removed all my clothes and took a long hot shower, making sure to get rid of any little pooplets that might be hanging on.  I put my dirty clothes in a garbage bag and three them out.\n\nThat was 15 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday!