I'm A Fighter

The call came,

This is what we had been waiting for.

Mom answered,

“Hello?” she said into the phone.

I could not hear the other side,

All I heard was Mom say “Mhm” a few times.

At the end of the call Mom said “Thank you” and hung up.

Mom looked at me,

“Mom, are you okay?”

I asked my Mom who was in tears.

“Honey, none of those things that you were tested for came back positive”.

“Shouldn’t we be happy?”,

I asked my Mom.

“It’s not that simple.”

I remember these words clearly.

“What do you mean?”

I questioned.

“You have to go in for surgery.”

All I heard for the next six months was “It’s not that simple”

After those six months hell broke loose.

I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease.

It has impacted my life so much.

I am now on a strict diet,

And I have to see my doctor a lot.

I get sicker than anyone else,

My immune system is so weak.

I was in and out of the hospital,

December to the end of March.

I was tested for cancer,

I was scared.

I have a purpose,

I’m a fighter of Crohn’s Disease.

Let me tell you,

It’s not that simple.

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Me
My family
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