As I sit here with tears streaming down my face, feeling God prompt me to start this blog, I'm tired, weak, and all I want is for Christ to be glorified. Let's start at the beginning.
I grew up in the church, a nondenominational Christian church and love the people I was surrounded with. They taught me Christ and him crucified the company grace and the sweetness of it. I met Daniel in 2006, and we got married in August 2007 and moved to Colorado that same year. I've been a runner since I got married and have loved every minute of the challenge. Remember back when I was younger I had random bouts of horrible diarrhea but never thought anything of it. In December 2010 Daniel took me to the hospital in Colorado Springs because I had such bad pain in my lower right abdomen that I couldn't even walk. After a CAT scan, colonoscopy, lots of bloodwork, pain medication and a five day stay in the hospital with no food, just an IV, I was finally diagnosed with Crohn's disease. As I look back I know I've been suffering with it for probably 10 years off and on. It wasn't severe enough to need steroids so they put me on Pentasa which is the lowest dose of medication they could give someone with active Crohn's. I never took it seriously. I didn't take my medicine that was supposed to. After giving birth to my first child in 2012 I had a severe flare and and only after starting my medicine again did it calm down. After baby number two in May of last year I had the worst where I've ever had and had to go on a steroid for three months. That put things more into perspective and stop the denial I was having about my autoimmune disease.
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