Crohn's Chronicles: A blog about Crohn's Disease

Dear 16 Year Old Maggie, Here's what I want to say to you... I know you think you've got it all figured out right now. You're going to go to college for Musical Theater. You're going to move to New York. You're going to be the next Bob Fosse . You've got  the biography and the bowler hat to guide you. You're ready. I know. You have everything figured out. You love having everything figured out. I get it. I love it too. The thing you don't realize yet is that things change. You change. And here's what you have to keep in mind: it really is okay not to have it all figured out. This is not an easy concept. I'm still having a really hard time with it, but it's true, okay? Trust me.

Dearest Myrtle , We've had our ups and downs over the past year or so. From near death to thriving life, I know it's probably been just as hard for you as it was for me. I want you to know that, while I know I often take my anger and frustration out on you, I understand that it's just not your fault. If it weren't for that pesky immune system always coming between us, our relationship could've been so much easier. Although, then I probably never would've really taken the time to notice you. So, I don't know. You tell me what's better. You've done your darndest to keep me alive over the past few years. Like that one time, when you formed completely new pathways because you were so swollen that no waste could go through you? Remember that? I mean, it wasn't an ideal situation for either of us, but it kept us going for a while, and I guess it was a pretty smart move on your part in the end. So, thanks for that. And now, Myrtle, we're on t...