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Category: My Diary.

How Crohn’s Disease Cracked My Heart

The Crohn’s Disease journey is hard, to say the least.  And if you have Ulcerative Colitis or any form of Inflammatory Bowel Disease, I know you understand what I mean. Chronic Illness is not for the faint of heart.  It is exhausting…

My Diary: Give Thanks

The sun’s rays slipped through the rainy clouds this morning faintly illuminating my room as I awoke with tired eyes.  A puffy, exhausted face greeted me from the bathroom mirror as I began my morning routine.  My face was round as the moon, my…

My Diary: Slurping Popsicles

*Written 1/13/2016 The great burst of 365 days which we have packed into the word year, catapults out and beyond ourselves with such colossal acceleration that it is a wonder if we can catch a glimpse of its silhouette. It seems as though…

My Diary: Just Pass Through

*Written 10/14/2015 “You have had zero improvement,” said my gastroenterologist. I looked at him unbothered and listened to the proposed game plan: new medication involving an intramuscular injection every two weeks and continuation of the diet plan. It wasn’t until I got…

My Diary: Envision the Keys

*Written 6/27/2015 With beads of sweat sliding down my chest, I frantically looked for the house keys in the blush of morning—they were dropped during my early jog. The scenery is grand.  The trees mature and strong-rooted have over-stretched branches…

My Diary: Love is Ravishingly Alive

*Written 6/18/2015 Writing thank you notes took less time than expected—I was done before the sun released its last ethereal light.  Addressing each card by name, it struck me how peculiar it was that I was writing a personal thank you, in…

My Diary: Timing

*Written 6/9/2015 Isn’t it awful when you get a good thing at the wrong time?  The jovial news of a long awaited promotion arriving the same day your spouse decides to suggest divorce.  Or the chivalric request of a proper dinner date…