Was my golden tan a sign of something sinister?
As told to Faigy Peritzman by Shoshana Seif
When the pain hit on the right side of my ribcage, I almost doubled over. Collapsing on the couch, I gasped to my husband, “What’s going on? Was the salmon I ate at the kiddush spoiled?”
I could barely speak the pain was so bad. I’m not a complainer. Originally from San Antonio, I’m Texas-tough all around, and not one to take such pain sitting down, but this was incredibly intense.
I was in the middle of my fourth pregnancy, and from that day on, every time I ate fatty foods, the pain returned. I assumed it was my gall bladder, but an ultrasound showed no stones. As long as I avoided fats, I was pain-free, so I adjusted my diet and reached the end of my pregnancy attack-free.
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