Cured… just kidding! I clearly remember the GI’s voice when she said, “Cure” while discussing my upcoming surgery. I remember the weight that lifted from my chest. I pictured myself running after my toddler in the park without complication. I can still feel the smile on my face and the…
Tag: African-American
Never Have I Ever
Never have I ever written a blog while in the middle of an inflammatory flare up. I will actually just lock myself away into a dark hole of blankets & old X-Files episodes. It’s probably why there are such inconsistencies with my blog as far as posts. Social media posts…
The Black American Patient
I’ve been incredibly hesitant about writing the following post, considering the racial temperature of the United States, whenever a person of color makes a reference to the egregious situations that plague American citizens of color and of faiths other than Christianity, they are lambasted. We are often accused of being…
Let Me Reintroduce Myself…
…My name is Brooke Abbott and I have IBD. I realize that most of you reading this are new to the Chronicles and so the time has come for me to re-tell my tale. What you may find is that it’s similar to yours, or yours and perhaps yours…
No Postmark, I Lost The Address
Dearest, I’m exhausted, but I’m writing. You’re never going to read this, but I’m writing. Every single year I think of doing this, but I don’t. I think about doing it because I suppose I never healed properly. But I don’t because logically it makes no sense to write a…
Surviving Summer & the 4th of July
I’m about as patriotic as they come. I love my country. I love our flag & symbols of patriotism. I love the pomp & circumstance surrounding the 4th of July. What I don’t like is, having an autoimmune disease in middle of summer. I love being outdoors. But too often…
