In a photo my husband took of me almost 16 years ago, I am leaning on the double stroller in front of me, my two babies are perched inside, and the slightest hint of a smile plays on my lips.
What that photo does not reveal is that I was in the throes of a flare-up of my ulcerative colitis, was underweight, was weeks away from my next hospitalization, and just a couple of years shy of the first of four major surgeries. Read the full article here…
