Gosh, I feel like the summer is over and I haven't even visited the beach yet. It's just flying by, but I love the fall so much that you won't hear me complaining. I should photograph my yard though before everything dies for the winter, that always makes me sad. I need to do a garden journal. I always have a bout of uneasiness come April looking around, wondering if things will indeed "wake up again." I think a garden journal would help with that. :)
Sneaks of Cocoa Daisy's August kit Siren's call here: You will love this kit! Love, love, love! Feeling well lately. Thank you again for all your support on my previous post. Happy Tuesday to you! Until tomorrow.
So in love with this new kit from Cocoa Daisy called Siren's call. Do you see the stamp on the tag? How cool is that? I'm loving our exclusive stamps here lately, some of my favorite ever. Happy Weekend to you! Until tomorrow. Note: Thank you so much for your comments on the last post, I've missed you all.
I try to come here and blog about everyday things or fun things or silly things we do, but that's the question that haunts me so I don't post. I stay silent. So I thought perhaps that the truth would set me free.
After my grandmother died, I got really sick. I was running to the bathroom day and night, seeing blood. (At the risk of being graphic, sorry). I told myself it was stress, I told myself it was an infection. I must have caught something yucky from work. So, I went to my physician and told him what was going on. He ordered tests. I did not have a parasite or bad bacteria. I did have an elevated sed rate (means nonspecific inflammation). I do have a family history of inflammatory bowel disease. That combined with the lab test and my symptoms bought me a colonoscopy.
I told myself that the colonoscopy would be normal, and whatever it was would go away. I woke up from the colonoscopy to my physician telling me I had redness in various places throughout my lower GI tract. It was not, in fact, normal. The biopsies were nonspecific (read, no help.) So my physician sat me down and said that the evidence was pointing strongly to Crohn's disease.
At that point I freaked out. Went into complete and total denial. Lost my mind a little. I turned down medication because I didn't have that illness. I just couldn't. I'd spent my adult life studying IBD to help others, how on earth could this have happened to me?
I spent the next 6 months in a self imposed hell. I developed arthritis, worst in my lower back and wrists (I'm 35). I had bad abdominal pain, and I never stopped running to the bathroom. I told myself I was just stressed. I needed to deal with my mental state, eat well, rest or something. I told myself if I could just pull myself together, things would get better. They didn't. Perhaps this explains why so very little scrapping has been happening on this blog. It's nothing short of a miracle that I completed my Cocoa Daisy assignments on time every month, and that I managed to go to work and take care of my 4 yr old while my husband was deployed.
After being up all night going to the bathroom one night, half delirious, I decided I'd had enough. I didn't care what we called it, I just wanted it to stop. So I spoke to my physician who told me to just give the Pentasa a try. Having no expectations, or even hope that it would work, I debated for 2 days about taking it. When I did try it, within 24 hours I had no back/abd pain. Within 48 hrs, no diarrhea. And within 72 hrs, the arthritis was gone.
I feel some days like Alice and wonderland. Take the big blue pill Alice and we can pretend that the past year never happened. I'm normal again, except that I take blue pills at every meal. The only thing these pills treat is Crohn's, but most days I still try not to think about that. What can I say, denial is strong emotion. It overrides rational thought. I think it's a self defense mechanism from things that threaten the very core of who we are/what we know. I have some way to go before acceptance, but feeling better is helping.
So, that's where I've been. I want to get back into scrapping because I feel more strongly than ever that I have stories to tell, things to say to the people I love. But it's hard, I'm out of practice and really need to develop some consistent habits again. With each day I get a little stronger and I know I'll be loving paper again soon (I already am in love with the CD Aug kit, omgosh). Thank you to anyone who commented on a page in a gallery somewhere, or on this blog. Your comments have lifted me up and helped me keep crafting when I wanted to give up, so thank you.
Now can we just move on? :) Happy weekend to you (and thanks for reading.) Until tomorrow.
It's been an interesting start to the summer, I'm still coughing from the last cold that I caught. Spending a very quiet and low key July 4th weekend. Wanted to share my pages with Cocoa Daisy's upcoming July kit called Urban Loft. This kit is so trendy, I was a little intimidated. If it's one thing I'm not, it's trendy. But I do love the colors. So, here are a few pages from our recent stay-cation: This last page is a member lift from the Cocoa Daisy gallery. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend, it's raining here. Holding out some hope for fireworks tomorrow. Happy weekend, until tomorrow.
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