When I was 21 I was blindsided with a diagnosis of an incurable chronic illness. I was told I had Crohn's disease—an autoimmune disease that attacks the gastrointestinal tract, leading to severe pain and fatigue (just to name a few of the downsides).
It's my hope that after reading this article, you'll feel more comfortable approaching family members and friends with inflammatory bowel disease (IBD) and be able to have compassionate and thoughtful conversations.
Exactly one year ago today, my gastroenterologist pulled the curtain back to find me still in post-colonoscopy position, groggy, yet mostly awake and said the words I have been waiting to hear since 2009: "There are no ulcers. You are in remission."