You wake up and you wonder if you’re awake. Literally, am I awake? Because this feels like a nightmare. Do I have 911 or CRISIS written on my forehead? I’m reading the book Boundaries, and The BEST YES. I’m doing all the things I need to be doing. Then WHY do these “Crisis” things keep happening? I write a list of ALL the traumatic things that have happened in the past 8-10 years. The list is long. Tonight I’m focused on my husbands surgery. He had suffered with ulcerative colitis since he was 26 and I still remember the night we knew something was wrong like it was yesterday. Blood in his stool and in the toilet. I panicked. I was 24 and had a 2 year old baby girl. I tried to tell myself it was nothing and would be ok. We went to the doctor and got the diagnosis. Ulcerative Colitis. He began taking steroids. It helped for years. But then it stopped working. Then other meds were added. By the time he had turned 40, he stopped responding. He tried all the new meds and when he was 42 he began speaking to surgeons. Surgeons who wanted to remove his complete colon. What was involved in this? What would his life be like? Or our life be like? He decided to go through with the surgery and although I was scared, I supported his decision. I wanted his life