**This post was transferred from the now defunct "The Long Ease" blog.** Well, today SHOULD HAVE been Treatment Day #24... but things don't always go according to plan... Yesterday, as I sat across from Ryan during our Labor Day breakfast at our corner diner, I was feeling pretty great. Like, finally feeling like I knew for sure that I was getting better. No doubt in my mind. I even felt comfortable saying it out loud. That was an awesome feeling. After breakfast, we went to run some errands, and I started to feel a little "bleh" in the belly. Bloated and uncomfortable by the time we got home, I was in and out of the bathroom for a couple hours. Ryan guessed that I probably got a mushroom in my omelette somehow. Not hard to believe and the symptoms seemed similar to the mushroom situation. But as the day went on, I started to feel like it was less gastric upset, and more the same stupid lower abdominal pain that has accompanied my last several infe
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So, Mazeltov, Prost, Cheers, Bon chance, Congratulations, and any additional salutation I could possibly offer to you all, Phoebe, Nan & Jim.
Gale