I've been having problems with Crohn's disease for two years, now, and I withdrew from the world after my last hospitalization in October. I think the thing that got me the most was that I kept expecting to feel better, and every time I felt badly, I got depressed. I now accept my disease and it's up-and-downs and have started making dates with friends again. I've gone to my kids' school and to their parties, which I had been avoiding, and I'm going to restaurants with my friends. I've accepted the fact that half of my hair has fallen out because of the toxic drugs I'm on and I am thankful I still have hair. I've also accepted the fact that I will probably have another agonizing blockage and that I can't control when it will happen (although I will continue to eat "smart.") Anyway, I think dealing with this disease is like the stages of grief. Reaching acceptance has taken me two years, but it has really helped me.
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