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Hello to the internet world, I am Madeirey, but you can call me Rachael if you would like. On February 20th, 2013 I found out that I had severe ulcerative colitis. Yay! Every 15, almost 16 year old girl wants to know that she suddenly has an incurable disease, right? I knew something was wrong with me though as the symptoms started about 7-8 months before but being a stubborn person, I ignored what was going on with me and figured it would resolve itself. Then it just got worse... and worse... and I started going to the restroom more, having weird pain (but bearable), ect. ect. Still I decided not to tell my parents about it until late November. The doc thought I had some thing that I TOTALLY forget and told me to just take it easy. It didn't work obviously. And so I went on and thought it would all go away eventually. I started eating less because food apparently made it worse. Early December I ran a 13 mile Spartan Beast. That was awesome. It's basically a 13 mile obstacle course. Honestly, I was scared my weird sickness was going to get in the way and I wouldn't be able to finish the race, but it went all ok that day and I lived to tell the tale. Trust me, this is part of my story, just keep reading. I surmised that the more active I was the less the pain and weird symptoms were, so I tried to stay active. Went snowbording for the first time over the new year and the symptoms stayed relatively ok. Not super bad pain. It wasn't until I got back home from that trip that it REALLY started to get bad. The pain was increasing and so was the loss of blood. I began to get a little scared... I could still deal with it though, and so I did, as long as I could until the pain started to leave me in tears and I wanted to scream. That's when I told my parents at long last that this was still going on and it had gotten worse. Noticed a bump on the right side of my abdomen too... Wasn't sure what that was but I knew it wasn't supposed to be there. So off to the doctor I went! Then he sent me to the emergency room for testing. Little did I know that I was going to be admitted to the hospital that day. Killed me. I personally don't like doctors, I'm sorry to all who are doctors on here (are there any?), but y'all scare me half to death. Got my first IV that day; boy what an experience. The nurse hit a vessel. -_- That hurt. All total IVs I got while I was there were 6 and I was there for 11 days. My veins apparently don't like IVs very much. The pain started becoming REALLY unbearable while I was there and it was like I was becoming worse or something. Not fun. At all. Funny story: They drew blood a lot and for some reason they liked to do it at about 4 or 5 in the morning. Well, when the nurses came in to check on me or whatever during the night they were all quiet. Not the blood lady! She would come in, flip on the lights and say a nice cheery, "Good morning!" before taking my blood. Oh yeah, she was a character that I soon learned to resent. Lol. Spent my 16th birthday in the hospital. That really stank. A few friends came to see me but the one thing I just wanted to do was see my pony, Madeira. I missed her like crazy. Eventually, I made it out of the hospital. YAY! Lost 15lbs in the course of 2 weeks; thought that was pretty cool. I like my new weight of 105 ( I am only 4'11" and a half tall) so that's a plus at least. Now, my question for all you UC peeps: WHEN DOES THE PAIN STOP?! I'm still hurting so badly and it is KILLING ME. Will the pain ever stop or will I have to live with it for the rest of my life? Because if that is the case, I really don't want to live anymore. Why did this have to happen to me? When will I be normal again? How can I get the pain to stop? UGH.