I just got the apartment of my dreams. It's a 1845 landmark house, I'm on the 3 and 4th floor of the back building (quiet courtyard, ivy and trees, lots of sky) it's a duplex, it has old fashioned beams running through the upstairs walls, and has windows in the roof. Í will be paying a rent about
half of what is going on the market for such a place. I have been looking for 5 months, and finally stumbeld over the impossible. It's because this woman wants out of her lease early, so I get to pick up the old conditions going back to a leas signed 6 or sevenyears ago.
Tonight we got together in the aparmtnet, to talk about last minute things and give me the keys. In the course of conversation, she told me she has UC. This was flabbergasting for me, becaus she is the first perosn I've met outside of Israel and in Germany of all places, who has the same thing I do (or did, since I've been colectomied). I hd this feeling that after having been ill for the last two years, having to have the big surgery and immediately start a new job, fate was trying o offer me some kind of compensation in the form an apartment the coolest part of town that's going to give me some real pleasure, and lo and behold, I meet the rare other sufferer of UC. Naturally it was great to chang e stories and I could comfort her with the idea tht onl 39 % will need surgery. She seemed to think it might be better, to get alway from all the pain aind many trips to the bathroom for a bowl of bloody dieahrea. We all kno that. I felt so great that we were already being nicely acomodating with each other about the apartent transition and now she got a big sister for colitis into the bargain. If I could give soething to someone who is suffering then this wold add some kind of meaning to the entire business.