My story really begins in my twenties when I was out on my own and enjoying all of the comforts of life. Slowly I began to notice a problem with diarrhea, a problem that wasn't constant but frequent. However in time, my problem worsened and the diarrhea was a constant. I began to handle the situation by dropping out of all of the events that surrounded my life; no more skiing as it was too difficult to get to a restroom and get out of my ski clothing in time, and no more softball as I may have an accident in the middle of the winning play at short stop. My life, my game had changed. Physically, I was exhausted; emotionally, the drugs were winning.
I traveled to Florida in search of relief. My BCIR surgery occurred on June 12, 1997 and my life was forever changed. I am so involved again! Rather than watching ball games from the Port-A-John, a year after surgery, I coached my son's little league team. And, the second year, we won the league championship! I also play softball and endure tournaments in which my team may play three to four games in one day. I enter every game with such a thankful heart. I never enter the field without first thinking of Susan Kay, Dr. Pollack, and all of the nurses and staff who encouraged me. These are the true heroes in this story. These are the ones who put me back in the game.