Let’s cut to the chase, no one likes to read something long and drawn out (or so my husband tells me 😊).  Or maybe you do, and if that’s the case, please feel free to scroll down to my other blog posts and get caught up to speed!
I am participating in the Take Steps Walk for Crohns and Colitis.  I have attended the Take Steps walk the last two years with my husband, and as it turns out his military obligation will prohibit him from being able to attend the walk with me this year.  I am lucky enough to have a few of my other close friends walking with me, and I couldn’t be more grateful to them for their continued support from the beginning of my UC diagnosis in 2014.  With that being said, Team JD will have one less member walking–which means I really do need your *extra* support!  My husband is a strong supporter of me, my illness and he’s there to encourage me and challenge me everyday.  My husband is a fit marine and having him there to do the walk with me the last few years has been extremely encouraging.  This year, I will go to San Diego with a little less pep in my step–as having him there really does help ease different anxieties and fears.  Since 2010, he’s never let me fall.  I mean this quite literally-in 2015, after what was believed to be a drug induced seizure, caused me to seize up and posture for an extended amount of time.  As the sezuire started, my husband caught me before I fell to the ground.  My husband, in a way, has been my security blanket throughout this illness.  If I need something, he is right there to help and catch me when I was falling.  I, luckily, have no recollection of that seizure–however I can’t say the same for my mom and husband.  Although, this blog post wasn’t intended to be about that day or my seizure–but rather about how my biggest support system won’t be there on May 20th.  I have been a marine wife for 7 years, and I’m capable of handling a lot…but I will miss the support of him for this walk.  I know, almost certainly, that he will feel bad or guilty if he reads this post–(which is not my intention babe).  I am beyond proud of him for his continuing sacrifices- for me, my illness, and our country.  As sad as I am to be going to the Take Steps Walk without him, the feeling of pride I have for him as my husband far surpasses any sadness.  So please, Donate for me and the 1.6 Million Americas suffering from IBD–But also, donate for my husband who will be working to keep you safe and relying on me to be the strongest version of myself On May 20, 2017. 💜🇺🇸💜🇺🇸💜🇺🇸💜
The Journey to a J Pouch 