CROHN’S FROM COAST TO COAST
It was the spring of 2006 and it was time for a change. I had been living in New York for eight years and having made it through a bowel resectioning surgery the summer previous knew it was time to take my resectioned bowels west. For years Los Angeles had loomed in my imagination like Moscow in a Chekhov play but as the brick in my abdomen also loomed I did nothing. It took my intestine hardening like Simon Cowell’s heart to finally convince me to have the surgery but once it was over it was California or bust. (And take it from someone who obstructs, I know busting).
It was the best decision I ever made. The weather in California was so nice even my Crohn’s got a tan, and I could find healthy food wherever I looked. Back in Brooklyn I was eating hope-its-meat-and-cheese sandwiches from the bodega every day, and looking back I cringe on how exactly my body digested all that horrible “food”. It was only until I was 3000 miles away that I realized that I had been keeping my life in a holding pattern and had Crohn’s not come a long to give me a kick in the butt by being it, I might still be there today.
And that’s my lesson – change might just be the change you need. I shouldn’t have waited as long as I did to leave New York but hindsight is 20/20, especially when you have a hind like mine. Crohn’s makes us think that spontinaety is a bad thing but like some weird cult you’re never going to get outta the cave if you don’t stop drinking the kool-aid. Don’t be afraid to make that move or leave for that school, the worst that can happen is you learn more about your body and have some adventures in the process. In today’s world information is king, and you’re only going to get the information you need if you don’t keep changing the tests.