I sit here writing this a few weeks before the date of diagnosis with IBD because the emotions around August always get me thinking about September 7th. I let myself really go back to that time, fill my mind with memories and remember all the firsts I had in those first six months. I remember the hot touch of my skin. I remember the soreness of my joints, of how…
diagnosis day
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Diagnosis Day
In the Autumn of 2011, I spent hardly anytime online. In fact, I spent several weeks on several occasions, battling my defunct body in the hospital. I remember a lot of emotions from those weeks I spent in isolation, unsure of what was happening, what would happen and how I was going to cope with it all. The smell of cannula plasters. The familiar sound of monitors going off. The…