Can I really say anymore.
Dear Prednisone,
Yes, I am aware that you have saved my life on multiple occasions, including that time over well 20 years ago that I don’t doubt that your heroism brought me back from the dark brink at only 70 pounds, during a very long time battle for a diagnosis with Crohn’s disease that had already gone on for years. I am currently on more of you than I have ever been in my entire life (after spending painstaking months of getting off of your evil concoction) and I have never been so aggravated and tired of this disease more ever… thanks Obama (sorry, Mr President, you did not deserve to be brought into my own International dilemma, I know that you currently have more than your full plate on your table, bless you)… I mean thanks prednisone. After 30 years, I just want to feel better. With tears in my eyes, I wish everyone could feel the often unbearable pain Crohn’s disease can usher into your life, just for one day. After this and yet another hospital stay, this is getting more than a bit frustrating. Please pray that I can get new drug approval on Friday when I see the rheumatologist. With all of my major issues and treatment failures this is the end of the road medically for me, until a new drug or treatment is found. Hope does spring eternal, so deep inside I know there is an answer out there. For all of us. I am sure much of my melancholy comes from the fact that it is just about exactly 28 years since I finally got my diagnosis of inflammatory inflammatory bowel disease. Dum, dum, prednisone, you may be part of my life now and maybe in the future, but not eternally! (Now must keep repeating that in my mind… along with the theme from Rocky. Kids, never ever forget the theme from Rocky. Google it and thank me later.)
So take that, prednisone!
Yours (not so truly),
Belle of the Bowel “Meghan”
Bangs, not a good choice of hairstyle when you look like a cupie doll.
Belle of the Bowel 