Dear Ulcerative Colitis,
I really think that you are quite impertinent. You came into my life without invitation and have really behaved quite rudely. You have wrecked havoc on my life and particularly on my colon. I don't think we can ever be friends.
At one point in time I thought I could tolerate you--that I could adapt to living with you. But then I remembered why I hate you so much.
It's one thing to bother me--make me uncomfortable, embarass me, disrupt my schedule and routine--but it's quite another thing when you encroach upon the happiness and well-being of my son. You see, I love him more than anything else in the whole world.
And I hate you for the days I could hear him crying in his crib for me, but I couldn't come because I was with YOU on the toilet.
I hate you for taking away TIME and ENERGY that should have been devoted to my son.
I hate you for the all the playdates, outings, and vacations that were missed because YOU needed so much ATTENTION.
UC, honey, it's not me...it's you. I hate you and I don't want you in my life. Don't you EVER hurt my son again. I want you out of my life for good.
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