It’s been about six weeks since my guts began their uprising, and so I thought I’d write a column about how my incredible treatment plan and powers of resilience have resulted in feeling fabulous again (you know I love a redemption story).
The problem is, like a shimmering puddle ahead on a desert road, the imagined oasis of immediate good health was only a mirage. And if I may be completely candid, this stretch of highway hasn’t made for an easy journey.
My diagnosis has been upgraded (although it feels more like a downgrade) from ulcerative colitis to Crohn’s disease, which means that the internal chaos is more widespread and I’ll need a more aggressive treatment plan.