The more I get involved with this community, the more I am blown away by how true that statement is. Seven and a half years ago, when I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis (which would later be re-diagnosed as Crohn’s disease), I felt totally alone. I was convinced that nobody would understand, and so I didn’t talk much about my new disease.
I can’t say that anymore.
Yesterday, I was sitting in Starbucks with a new friend I met through this blog. Her boyfriend has ulcerative colitis, and we were chattering away about everything under the sun, including Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis, of course.
As I was spewing (maybe a little loudly) about my diagnosis, B12 deficiencies, colonoscopies, and endoscopies, I became aware that the barista mopping the floors was hovering near our table. Finally, she walked over and said, “Okay, this is totally creepy, and I’m sorry for eavesdropping, but do you have Crohn’s disease? Because I do, too!”
Cue “It’s a small world after all.”
I want to hear it! Tell me your small world stories, IBD or otherwise.