i just want to share my story. everytime when i was growing up, And couldnt understand why my parents were always sad and worried about what was going to happen next. I would constantly cry because I wouldnt be able to figure it out to make them happy, thats all i wanted. I watched my parents grow old together and seeing them struggle with me included is was always a very stressful battle. My mother whom has to the the strongest woman in my life, suffers from anxiety, depression, and blown dicks(in her back). She went threw a lot as a child and teenager growing up. Also my father who is very strong willed and intelligent, suffering from diabetes, asthma, COPD, and alcoholism. I know a strong part of depression is set upon him but I became just like him and holding everything in and being strong. As I reached age 10 I was diagnosed with Crohns disease, before receiving news my mother went threw 3 very excruciating back surgeries. As I went threw middle school my side effects were substantial but I had many flare ups and colonoscopies threw out. I dropped out of highschool because lack of motivation I had, when I reached age 17 I was evicted out of my home that I grew up in over missing a month of rent(big deal right) So my
parents went to a
motel and I stayed with my boyfriend at the time so i wouldnt have to sleep on the floor everynight. Still in pain, I managed threw. My parents finally found a friend that we could stay with and they awesomely had an extra room for me. I stayed there this time. After awhile my parents got back on their feet and found an apartment. The cat that I grew up with threw out my childhood waited and passed his time a few weeks after we moved in. After everything that has happened so far in my life started to take its
toll. I started Remicade for 5 months every other two weeks, having to sit in a chair for 4 hours. As going threw it my side effects seemed to keep getting worse. As a months passed while receiving IV therapy my doctor suggested I had surgery. Not sure before age 18 did I know what to do, so I assumed the best idea was to go ahead. I had a ft of intestine removed leaving a tiny incision I will always remember it by. I need Humra(which is an ejection that you give yourself every week) But insurance is so expensive. Still lack of motivation, ah whatever. Life goes on.
parents went to a
motel and I stayed with my boyfriend at the time so i wouldnt have to sleep on the floor everynight. Still in pain, I managed threw. My parents finally found a friend that we could stay with and they awesomely had an extra room for me. I stayed there this time. After awhile my parents got back on their feet and found an apartment. The cat that I grew up with threw out my childhood waited and passed his time a few weeks after we moved in. After everything that has happened so far in my life started to take its
toll. I started Remicade for 5 months every other two weeks, having to sit in a chair for 4 hours. As going threw it my side effects seemed to keep getting worse. As a months passed while receiving IV therapy my doctor suggested I had surgery. Not sure before age 18 did I know what to do, so I assumed the best idea was to go ahead. I had a ft of intestine removed leaving a tiny incision I will always remember it by. I need Humra(which is an ejection that you give yourself every week) But insurance is so expensive. Still lack of motivation, ah whatever. Life goes on.