As I mentioned in my first post last week, I'm a Crohn's disease veteran, with more than 15 years of fighting under my belt. I've tried many different kinds of treatments and have failed at all of them. This reminds me of how bad I was at math in school, and how, no matter how hard I studied, I failed tests and quizzes and sometimes barely passed until I took my final math course in college and finished with a C, never to look back. At the time, failing math felt like the worst crisis ever. Now, with the benefit of age and maturity, I know that's not true, but I also know something else: Some things, no matter how hard you try, end in failure. I'm a wimp when it comes to medical stuff. I'm the one who cringes every time something medical comes up, from shots to tests to procedures. I whimper my way through all of them -- no matter that I've delivered two children after two not-so-fun labors. Those toughened me up a bit, but the fact is I can't stand the treatment options available to me, which all seem to revolve around needles.