After ‘Taking One for the Team’ for Years, It’s Good to Know I’m a Member

After ‘Taking One for the Team’ for Years, It’s Good to Know I’m a Member
While growing up, I never felt as if I was a part of a team. I was the second of four children. The oldest was a boy and the two youngest were girls who were born only 20 months apart and shared their bedroom. Everyone call them the girls, which made me feel weird since I was a girl, too. I was not included in the girls, and my brother had special privileges because he was a boy. I felt sort of drifted apart from all of them, not fitting in anywhere. None of my siblings have Crohn's disease. They all are perfectly healthy individuals ranging in age from 43 to 50. All three have intense careers outside the home and also love physical activity. My brother is a management consultant who travels almost constantly. Last year he flew from his home in the Denver area to Cleveland, Ohio, every week for nine months. Because he's an independent consultant, his work can, and often does, take him anywhere. He's also a huge bicyclist, sometimes going on 50- or 100-mile trips. He also climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro last year. My second youngest sister is a college professor. She works many hours a week, teaching classes, and advising students- she also loves yoga. My youngest sister is a math teacher who tutors on the side. On top of that, she is working toward her Principal's certification, which requires she attend a Monday night class and a Saturday class each week for a year. She loves going to the gym daily and has two teenagers. And then there's me. I'm a writer, a novelist and essayist. I also help seniors in high school work on their college essays. It's all work I can do on my own time from my home. I've raised two daughters and they are both out of the house now. One is in college, and one is in graduate school. I am able to work around my Crohn's disease. I can ta
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  1. Courtney says:

    I also have this issue but I am in my 20s. When I try to work full-time, outside the home, it always leads to a flare. My body can’t handle it, so I work from home. It gets sad sometimes because I imagine who I would be without the disease and see a very successful person. However, there have also been moments where I’m thankful I didn’t end up with certain jobs. It can be very difficult because I am an intense, driven person. However, we have to learn to live with what we’ve got.

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