Thank you. I am mostly wheelchair bound but I will try moving my legs with my hands to see if that can stimulate anything. I have not pooped since I started Trulance so I think it’s going to take more than that to stay regular. I have tried aloe and senna tea as far as supplements go and they didn’t stimulate anything. I’m trying senna tea again to see if maybe the tea with the Trulance will get me some relief. I have not received the cleanse yet but I’m interested in trying it. I am open to natural remedies, pharmaceuticals, or exercise, whatever works at this point.
Sunstar,
You seem like a positive and driven person.
I hope you also have this mindset in terms of approaching your motor neuron disease.
I saw that most of them (or any of them?) seem to have a cure.
Of course this made me sad.
I'm sure once you get some/sufficient movement in that abdomen/gut area (from moving your legs up like reverse childs pose for ex) you will probably stimulate the gut to start moving as well (most likely involuntary muscle would be doing the reaction).
So, I wouldn't worry so much about the IBS-c, just make sure to do the movement, take something that helps cause it (Trulance or Clenase more), fix your fiber..
But you also seem to have to do more than just take care of your IBS.
I hope you do save enough energy and determination to
fight whatever you can fight of your Motor Neuron Disease, and just make the most of every day too.
At least in your head try to tell your body to do the things you want them to do, maybe by being stubborn with how you talk to your body, you maybe able to hold on to some functions for longer, and so have a better quality of life for longer.
I have two experiences in my life with different diseases which I fought and had different levels of success (aside from IBS, which isn't even classified as a real disease anyway).
1. Asthma and lung function
2. Losing vision in an eye and control of its position
1. Asthma and lung function:
I had asthma since I was a very young child, I may have had my first asthma attack when I was 4 or 5? Anyway, I had my worst asthma attack around age 16. I was in bed for two weeks. I couldn't even sit to drink my soup. When I moved there was a terrible cough that would kind of inhibit or block my breathing? Anyway, it was horrible, and yeah I was basically unable to move my upper body (chest,spine, head), I could move my arms without causing a problem. I don't know if when we're young we're a bit dramatic, but it kind of felt in my head that I feared I could die or have a critical reaction if I sat up or walked (my cough and breathing inhibition was so bad when I moved my upper body). But there was this academic competition coming up in a week, and I had prepared for it prior to getting sick. I wanted to compete, but again, I couldn't even sit to study/take a practice exam. I was tired of my existence being mostly a vegetable (also I think I rarely went to the bathroom when I had this attack b/c I barely ate and couldn't move much either). My reasoning was that I was tired of existing to just be in bed and not do the things I'd like to, or go to the competition I already paid for and would probably need for my college applications and that I just wanted to go (plus I liked running and skating and other outdoor activities that I couldn't do). My mom had left the house, so one day after those two weeks, I basically said "screw that" (although I didn't use those words). "If I die, I die, I'm tired of not being able to do anything or move."
I remember mustering all the will power and strength I had and I sort of sat up for a second.. But not long. I rolled off my bed to the floor, found my socks and shoes and put them on.. But only to start crawling, see I couldn't stand up, somehow being vertical, was too difficult for my lungs. So I crawled slowly, but surely maybe 200-300 feet to the patio door. There I opened the door (again using all the strength I could tell myself I had or would create to use. IE, I would trick my brain to "give it all" if that's what it took to get this done. B/c I'd feel the breathing attack coming on everytime i was vertical, and here I had to pull the door. I told myself I didn't care if it meant I had nothing left (no energy to move or breathe). In reality, I'm sure I did care, but I think I had to tell my brain I didn't so that I wouldn't fear the movement and effort it required and the corresponding breathing attack (repeatedly, sometimes desperately gasping for air) that would ensue from the effort. Once the door was open, I crawled again until I made it to the grass. There was fresh air, there was sunshine, and there was green grass underneath my knees.

I figured, "its ok if I die here, I made it this far, I accomplished something, I got out of bed."

I was content to have made it that far, so I took a little break just there.
Finally, I forced myself to get up, another effort which required the same thinking as before.
Once standing, I still could see that my lungs weren't happy, and i was coughing and struggling to breathe.
I told myself "I don't care."
"I don't care, I want to run, I'm going to run this."
And I visually pictured my lungs.
I saw them the way they felt to me.
They felt squeezed and tight and crumpled like raisins. They felt clogged and stiff like the dry mucus that was sometimes coming out of my cough. They were in pain, and just trying to do their best to exist and function. But their best right now was not enough for me.
So, I imagined I could open them up.
Maybe I could open my lungs up like a balloon.
So, I used the visual I already had in my head of my lungs and tried to see if I could push them (open/outwards).
I don't think I had control of them immediately, but I kept imagining them and I would force an inhale, a deep inhale. But instead of just using my nose, I would force my brain to think of opening and pushing my lungs as large as they possibly could. I would inhale and hold the breath and push the lungs outward and hold. I did this for a bit, and at some point I got some control of my lungs (after fighting off the coughing and the gasping that happened at first). So, I kept this visual of this balloon I'm inflating and forcing open and practiced breathing. Once, I had some control of keeping my lungs open... yes, I did.
I ran.
I followed the same thinking I mentioned before to fight my fear. Which was something like "I don't care if I die, (because the asthma was so painful and the gasps for air during the attacks frightened everyone, including myself to wonder if I could breathe) I'm going to run, and I'm going to breathe."
So, yeah I think my heart rate went up a lot in that first step and those first few steps. Yes, I did gasp for air and cough.
But I just kept that mental visual of my lungs, and there was now this connection between my brain and my lungs.
I had some control of them now. I kept trying to communicate and put tension on my brain to tell my lungs to stay open and hold open.
Breathing helped.
While I inhaled I also would tell my brain to hold that breath and expand the lungs even greater, push that balloon (lungs) even more/bigger and hold for longer (to get the oxygen and control).
Eventually, I was able to make that run/jog and I think I did two or three loops (not a long distance) in my backyard. But, I did it.
I think 2 days later, most if not all my asthma was gone...
And I don't know if you'd believe me, but its the truth... I haven't had an asthma attack since an its been almost two decades since then.
I'm sorry the story is so long. I guess I was just trying to be descriptive.
The point is,
see if you can visualize the body part you are trying to still move. See if you can still talk to it and form/keep a connection with your brain to that body part.
Put the pressure into the thought/brain more so than the body part (as its the one communicating to it) then try to put pressure for that body part to move the way you're asking it.
See if your breathing can help with the movement (inhales and exhales timed with specific movement or hold).
This may not work to help you gain more movement/control (or it might).
But, in the least, it may help you to keep the connection you still have, and slow down its loss.
That is my hope, and I hope you fight the loss of motor connection, even just to enjoy higher quality of life for longer (IE even if you will lose it eventually).
2. A microorganism ate some of one of my eyes. I can barely see from it. I'm probably legally blind in that eye, I can't even use it to read...

Anyway, I should have noticed i was losing so much vision earlier, but I didn't, I just relied on my good eye. At this point, I'm just trying to prevent the eye from completely looking crazy and rolling around on its own. So, at least a few times during the week (I should probably do this twice daily though), I go to the mirror close the good eye and force the bad eye to look straight, and spend a few minutes just using the bad eye and moving it where I want it to go. I find this exercise gives me a little more control of my eye. I have tried to see if I could "talk to my eye" to tell it to regrow the color cones and some of the nerve that is lost.. But yeah, I haven't seen much success there (and its been years of me trying that). I do have a little bit of success in controlling it when I close the good eye, so that's what I do now.
Point is the same, trying to talk to your body from your brain to try to get your body to move the thing you want it to move,
trying to establish a brain/muscle connection.
No, I'm not a doctor, but I do know doctor's don't know everything and sometimes, determined people can have better than expected results from a diagnosis and sometimes survive much longer than expected or overcome things that doctor's didn't expect them to. My grandma at age 85+ had a stroke that immobilized the entire half of her body, but apparently because she was both determined and had walked everyday of her life for 3 decades prior, her heart was young an she recovered, and was even able to use her right hand again to write (which she was told by the dr. she'd NEVER be able to do again). My grandpa had some sort of cancer or something in his throat and was supposed to die when my mom was like 4 years old..He did some herbal treatments from my grandma's side of the family, and lived till 80+ (my mom was 50+). I do believe if we're determined, we can probably do better than what doctor's expect us to do.
That's all I wanted to help convey.
Best always!