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: Autoimmune Disease
Taking The J-Pouch On The Road
This summer I took my J-Pouch on a multi level vacation that included flights and road trips through the Texas heat & storms. Vacationing with children and IBD can be daunting. The unpredictability of it all. But since Hippo has been born, traveling has been something I’ve tried to maintain….
Nevermind…I forgot I had beets!
Have you ever experienced sheer panic?! I mean, stomach drop to your knees, heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears, spontaneous funk sweat, mouth dry as a desert panic? The kind where you are sure this is the end of your life. You are positive death is leaning over your shoulder…
Post Mother’s Day Post
Two weeks ago, my best friend, also a mother living with IBD, asked my opinion of The Perfect Mother’s Day. I began to text my response but stopped. I realized I had no idea what The Perfect Mother’s Day is. No one had ever asked. And I had never really…
Let Me Reintroduce Myself Part II
In 2009, I welcomed my little Hippo. He was perfect. No complications. He was insured. My kid had health insurance, his father had health insurance…suddenly, I did not, again. The bliss of having health insurance because of my high risk pregnancy, was taken away as quickly as I received it….
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…