Every time the clock reads 11:11, every time I blow on a dandylion, every single fallen eyelash, I pause. Different, impossible, wonderful wishes run through my head: to be as tall as a mountain, to run faster that a cheetah, to be the richest person ever. But then I think of what I really wish for, and the smile drops off of my face. For Dad not to be sick. For Crohn's to not even exist.
Even after the seeds of the dandylion disappear and the clock changes once again, I am still thinking. Still thinking of what it would be like to not be in a constant state of worry, for Dad to stand up tall and smile every single day.
Over my life, I have had many unique experiances involving my Dad and his Crohn's disease. What better way to share such stories than to blog about them? These posts will be tagged "chronicling crohn's".
First, you probably want an overview of Crohn's disease. From what I know, it's when a part of the intestines is inflammed. It hurts my dad to eat food and have it pass through the diseased part. He also has what he calls "attacks", which is when he has diseased bowel movements. He can have as many as 20 attacks a day. He also sometimes vomits when the food won't pass through.
So now you have some basic info. Keep an eye out for some Chronicling Crohn's blog posts coming your way soon.
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