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Hi everyone my name is Scott, and I think its time I tell my story. Introduce myself ! Once upon a time:ylol2: It all started before they really knew what Crohnes was. I went through 6 doctors with my frantic parents at the age of 14. The doctors only solution at that time was pump me full of steroids, it must be an infection is what they thought. Oh how right they were. So I was treated as if I had the flu for 2 years while the disease progressed. Then came the morning when my life changed. I was riding my skateboard with friends, and my colon ruptured. I somehow managed to ride home, and crashed just through the threshold into my mothers arms. I was off to the emergency room when the doctor told my mom he didnt think the outcome was going to be good. She went through the calls to grandma explaining how I wasnt going to make it, all as I lie oblivious open on the table. Skipping some time I made it thruogh. I dont really remember the time between then , and the next relapse. This happened in my 8th grade year. I had a flare up that required surgury again, I think maybe an aggressive doc, but anyways They removed part of my colon which requires that you have a colostomy until the bowel heals. Well that was great news for a freshmen going into highschool. So im sitting in class shi$$ing through a hole in my stomach into a bag. I tried to control the farts I really did ! Same story I made it through, and they put me back together. I was off again with a new gift of life. My next bout was with insurance, see by that time I was working, but they dont cover pre-existing conditions. So I didnt see a doctor, or take meds for years. I let myself get so bad I was self medicating with Morphine 200 mg tabs 3 times a day just to maintain a job. Im not going to tell you how I got them, but its a long drive from Washington DC to Broklyn NY. This time I did myself in almost as if I was trying to commit suicide in some horrible fashion. I was admitted into the hospital for16 months. I faced 4 surguries that year some of them I wasnt even healed before they reopened me because of leaks internally. I had a doctor come to my bedside with 4 RNs, and open me up right infront of my eyes. The feeling of him taking the staples out one by one, and pulling me apart as I watched in horror is a permenent stain in my mind. Eventually it all goes away in time. Ive been in relative good health since then, just recently ive started getting the gas bubbles, the cramps, the signs. Now I have a son thats 22 months, and a loving wife that has no idea of what ive been through, and seen. My son is he next ? Thats the last worry ill ever have. Through all this I take away strength, solitude, and the incredible desire to be the best person that I can be to every living thing. Love thy self, love thy family, show love before anger, and I assure you this my friend. The sun will warm your soul !