If I let myself, I would be able to remember all of the cruel and downright heartless things that were said to me by co-workers, friends, and family members who did not understand the pain and symptoms of IC, and especially the need to force my 125-pound body into going on the strict IC diet. (Why would anyone choose a diet such as this unless there was an absolute need?) I realize now that people were concerned about my well-being and they were not very educated about IC. I hope that I will learn from others' mistakes and if someone I know is diagnosed with an illness that I do not understand, that I will research it, and offer support and non-judgment of their treatment plan.
My fiance and I were going through hell at the time of my diagnosis of IC. As if losing a job, two cats, and moving mid-way through a college semester wasn't enough my body began to tell me that I had neglected it enough, thank you very much. With an already fragile relationship on the line, adding IC to the mix was adding insult to injury, as well a change in eating habits and sleeping arrangements as we both delved into the pits of depression. The loss of intimacy was unbearable for both of us. There were many months, no years, that I doubted that we would make it through these dark times. So it is with great joy that I relate that my IC is manageable (almost non-existant), my relationship with my fiance is better than it has been before I got IC, my relationship with my family has never been better. Oh yeah. I have made new friends who nurture me when I am down, and who I nurture when they are down. Isn't this what relationships are all about? Any relationship worth fighting for can make it through the dark times. And for that, I am thankful.