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Getting Rid of Bad Memories

Wow do I think about the past often.  I think about the months leading up to my first Crohn’s surgery.  It was a very rough time for me.  I was running to the bathroom more than thirty times a day.  I was miserable.  I hated my life.  Today I live a wonderful life.  However there are memories that I encounter every day, that I get rid of.  Most of these are material things.

That blue tie. When I started student teaching in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania I had to wear a shirt and tie each day.  When my Crohn’s started to get really bad, I remember wearing a certain blue tie when I took myself to Gettysburg Hospital.  So basically I now relate the tie to that very bad day.  Do you know that I still have that tie?  But I would never wear that tie again.  It brings back bad memories.  So as I write this article, I went upstairs and threw the tie away.  I don’t need it, and I don’t want it part of my bad memories.

I had one of the biggest wound managers on when my fistula was at it’s widest.  When I went home to gain strength before my reconstructive stomach surgery, I was sent with boxes of wound care items.  From pads to sprays, to gauze and tape, I had it all.  For years after I had my stomach closed up I kept the extra materials in the crawl space at my parent’s house.  I would go up and down the basement steps and turn my head so I didn’t have to look at those items that kept me bed ridden.  I had to get rid of them.

Soon after that, I sat down with my parents and decided that the best and most resourceful way to get rid of all these items was to donate them to somebody who needed them just like me.  I reached out to numerous medical organizations to see who would take the expensive materials.  I soon learned that because the boxes were open, the organizations could not take them. I had another idea.

One of my first jobs was at a local “mom and pop” pharmacy.  Over the years, I developed great friendships with colleagues and customers.  One day I came across a customer who came into the drugstore looking for some of the same would care supplies that I had.  After going over the price of the order with her, I realized that she did not have the money nor insurance to help her pay.  I knew that I had to step into action.  I reached out to the customer the next day and told her that I would be donating all the wound materials and supplies she needed.

It was a win win her and me.  She was beyond appreciative that I gave her the supplies she needed.  I was very happy to get rid of a bad memory but to also help another one in need.  I continue each day to try to help others with Crohn’s.  Remember, it’s a win win.

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  • thedancingcrohnie moderator
    9 months ago

    I too have material things that remind me of awful sick days. Mostly however, it’s places. My old apartment in NYC and old apartment here at home were places where I was at my worst in terms of my illness. Just being in the neighborhood makes me cringe, as if brings up all the memories of severe pain, vomiting, fevers, weakness etc.

    Always dancing,
    Elizabeth (team member)

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