After so many years of being the 'odd one' at work eating her strange and bland meals with eyes full of shock and the eyes squinting to look at my thin frame with the question of 'anorexic?' not completely hidden from their gaze, I almost pinch myself now when co-workers shyly ask me why I eat as well as I do-and can they get the recipe? And then there is the remorse and guilt I sometimes feel in speaking or writing that my IC is in remission because I never want to come across as cruel or uncaring for the millions still suffering. To hear from a fellow IC patient that it is good to hear someone who made it through the other side of the dark days of IC able to enjoy life gives her encouragement with her daily struggles, left me speechless.
A very dark and lonely road began my journey with IC but along the way I met a handful of beautiful souls working through their own health struggles who encouraged me to keep on the path towards health, and I am forever indebted to them for their courage and strength to encourage me when they themselves were living in horrific pain. One dear friend succumbed to the pain of IC complicated by some other serious and life threatening health conditions and I can still hear her gentle and straightforward words of encouragement and advice when I close my eyes. (Sweet J.P. I miss you so much-especially in the fall!) It is for her and for those still living with the pain of IC that shimmer along the side of the road, reminding me of the higher purpose of my life. I thank each of you for your continued encouragement, questions and support of me, my IC story and of this blog and website.