Missing Out Is New Normal with Crohn’s

Missing Out Is New Normal with Crohn’s
I first learned about FOMO, or the fear of missing out, when one of my students used it in an assignment. I don’t know if “FOMO” is still what kids say, but I thought about it again last week. I received an email with a reminder of a photo I had long ago uploaded on Shutterfly, and I saw a Facebook memory shared by my friend’s wife. Both were from fall 2007, a little more than a year after I was diagnosed with Crohn’s. The photo was from my uncle and aunt’s vow renewal ceremony. It was a bittersweet event because my uncle had been diagnosed with leukemia and was not expected to live to celebrate their 50th anniversary the following year. It was also the last time my mother and her nine siblings, who live in three different countries, would all be together. I was there even though my Crohn’s was so severe that I had abdominal distention. In the photo, I can tell that my dress barely fit around my swollen midsection despite my weight loss. I had tried to disguise the bloating with a shawl, but I still looked pregnant. After the celebration, I went to another uncle’s house to spend the night. I couldn’t wait to change into looser clothes. I remember the abdominal pain was so bad that I couldn’t enjoy visiting with all the family from out of town. Instead, I went to my uncle and aunt’s room to lie down. My cousin, who is a few years younger than I am, was already resting there. She had recently given birth to twins, which led to
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