My body: Once stong, active and attractive,
Now frail, weak, and unsightly
Once healthy and capable
Now diseased and immobile
My mind: Once sharp, witty, and carefree
Now haunted with shadows of fear and uncertainty
Once inquisitive, confident, and open
Now cynical, unsure, and angry
One might say I'm still the same person I used to be to comfort me that I'm still valuable, but they don't live inside this body. They don't experience 24 hours a day the aches and pains and nausea and weakness and fear of what the future holds for a deteriorating body wracked with Crohn's disease. They don't feel the side effects of powerful drugs that offer little help. This disease had a beginning so there must be an end.