Here’s the change I want to see in the world: talking about IBD. It’s gross, I get it, but I promise you that suffering silently is a miserable way to live. JB is the most amazing, supportive husband there is and I could not get through any of this without him. My family is truly awesome and a little more familiar than we’d like to be regarding auto-immune diseases, which makes them uniquely sensitive to my needs. I love them for that. Beyond a few close friends, though, I am silent about my disease because I’m ashamed of the symptoms. Last week, Mrs. Obi-wan (my Mom) emailed me because her friend’s daughter was recently diagnosed with IBD and was looking for a support system. I only had three references for her. Sad. Three! Well, here’s a fourth, this blog. I am going to write about my experiences with IBD and if it’s too much for you, skip to the end.
My hope is that you will accept this part of me the way that I have struggled to accept it and not turn away when it gets a little gory. This is me. This is my life. I am going to keep fighting and learning and trying to do everything I want to do, despite my disease. I hope that my journey can inspire you to do the same and maybe even be the beginning of a conversation for someone else with IBD. You never know.