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Phemie
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For my friend’s son James, a young man with Crohn’s disease. He’s having a particularly difficult time these days and his meds aren’t working. Please keep him in your prayers.


Crohn’s and colitis ruined my life, creating these traps called food that I used to love, making me feel welcome until I’m sitting for 2 hours, feeling my whole body begin to hurt from retching and heaving.
8 jobs, I have been through 8 jobs because of my condition, 8 jobs in just under 4 years, as I would start a new job, I would feel healthy, comfortable and able to work, one or two weeks in, I would have to call in sick because I can’t leave the bathroom, I have had to call my parents from work washrooms to bring a change of cloths because I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. The many mornings where I would wake up and have to literally run to the bathroom but at all costs would never make it in time.
I’m sick, and I am tired of being sick and being tired. Being put on Steroids that make me want to argue with everyone and gives me such a short temper, that dropping a pen makes me want to leave a room. I have missed countless family events, weddings, birthday parties, get togethers, meetings and so much more.
None of this is meant to sound rude toward anyone that has tried to help me along the way, or even bystanders that may have had no idea of what I have, this is me saying that I could never have done any of this alone.
I have been told news that I am inflamed from the start to finish of my intestinal track in my large intestines, this means I will most likely have to get it removed, giving me a colostomy bag (google it). This idea of having major surgery, when the only surgery I have had in my whole life was on my big toe.
The ideas of what could come out of this scare me so much more then what I should be looking at, I am 125.6 LBS and I was told that if I had the surgery now, I wouldn’t make it. This thought, ever so small creeps up on my in my dazed mind before bed, thinking of the worst, and nothing but.
I am scared, but I’m not afraid to hide it anymore, I’m done being ashamed of what random people will think, and of what people I do know will start to think, it’s pathetic and childish, think before you speak, and think hard before you finish your thought.
I’m done hiding.
Thank you to everyone who is praying. The young man you are praying for has written a post that he has given us permission to share. He’s 19 and has just been put on total parenteral nutrition to build up his body so that he can have the surgery he so desperately needs. This is the second young person in my circle who has gone through this.
Here’s James in his own words: