To Those Who Wanted To See Me Suffer

To Those Who Wanted To See Me Suffer,

 

Crohn's Disease:

A chronic inflammatory bowel disease that affects the lining of the digestive tract.

This disease,

not a good combination with my depression and anxiety.

I'm not a disease,

when I'm in the bathroom on my knees saying please God hear my plea,

I try to believe,

That the doctors really think I can't hear what they're saying about me.

When the only thing between us is a curtain or a wooden door,

and I hear whispers I can't ignore,

the nurse is promising she ran the test five times but my results are still too high.

The doctors already mentioned three different ways that I could die.

I did not cry.

My disease may sometimes seem invisible but I am not.

It turns out I was much stronger than that doctor thought.

Since then I have fought, 

for every second God is willing to give me,

for every sunrise I thought I'd never see,

for the chance to live happily.

For I have fought the good fight, I have run the race, and I have kept the faith.

I've been blessed with God's grace.

For I am a child of He,

and I am not a disease. 

 

                                         Sincerely,

                                                 Danielle Dinderman – A Survivor

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