The theme of World IBD Day (which was yesterday, May 19) was to make the invisible, visible. Here’s my tribute to my fellow IBD warriors and their caregivers.
To the newly diagnosed…
To the person going through their first procedure whether it’s a CT scan or a colonoscopy…
To the parent of a child battling this disease…
To the person being wheeled in for their first surgery…
To the person taking their first steps out of the hospital bed while on the road to recovery…
To the person glancing at their incision for the first time…
To the person looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection looking back…
To the person on a liquid diet because it’s too painful to eat actual food…
To the person on a steroid feeling unattractive, irritable and high strung…
To the woman wondering if her body is strong enough to carry a baby…
To the man who’s concerned about being able to be a source of strength for his family…
To the pregnant woman worried about flaring and how it will impact her unborn child…
To the person beginning a biologic or a new medication, who’s petrified of the laundry list of side effects…
To the person crying themselves to sleep because they feel alone in their struggles…
To the mom who feels like she’s waging a never-ending war against her fatigue…
To the teen wondering if they’ll be able to go to college…
To the college student embarrassed of going to the bathroom in the dorms…
To the person nervous to open up in a relationship and disclose they have this disease…
To the person who had to get out of a relationship or was left because the support was lacking…
To the bride or the groom worried about having disease symptoms on their wedding day…
To the person shaking with fear in the parking lot of their doctor’s office, nervous to walk in and face the music…
To the person boarding an airplane nervous about symptoms and being around germs…
To the person who’s just been told another medication has failed them…
To the person lacking a genuine support system…
To the person who feels misunderstood, frustrated, and judged…
To the person sitting on the toilet contemplating whether a flare is starting to strike…
To the person in the passenger seat being rushed to the emergency room, yet again…
To the person getting their blood drawn staring at a focal point on the wall…
To the person who is constantly approached with the latest and greatest “fix”, “cure”, or way to “heal” …
To the person worried about passing this dreadful disease onto their children…
To the person with the bad veins dealing with their eighth IV poke…
To the person who feels lost and misses who they were prior to being diagnosed…
To the person lying in the fetal position trying to get through this moment…
To the community who feels like home to me.
I see you. I hear you. I believe in you. I’m here for you. I love you.
We’ve all been these people. We all know this is the reality of life with IBD. It’s not easy. It’s scary. It can be overwhelming. The emotional pain can oftentimes be worse than the physical pain. Living with a chronic illness, no matter what your age or circumstance is tough. There’s no sugar coating it.
At the same time, I want you to whole-heartedly believe that while this disease can rob you of joy, it can also provide you with perspective, strength, empathy, understanding, gratitude, patience, and clarity. You my friends, are far from invisible.
I see you. I hear you. I believe in you. I’m here for you. I love you.
Thank you for helping me to see the light on the dark days, inspiring me when I need it most, and showing me that there’s much more to life than being a patient. I hope I do the same for you, always. Use your journey. Use your story. Use your setbacks. Use all that you are, to inform, educate, and implore others to want to better understand your reality. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.
XOXO-Natalie

Now, nearly 14 years later—her and I have come a LONG way. She’s on Remicade. I’m on Humira. We are both mothers. We are both wives. Alisa didn’t allow her disease to stop her from following her personal or professional dreams. In 2013, she left corporate America and founded
I multi-task everything, stay on top of my biologic infusions, rest when possible and, plan my diet loosely around a mix of SCD and low gluten eating. Getting help is difficult, but I feel lucky to have a supportive husband and local family network. My travel schedule wears me down– but thankfully most of my disease symptoms are well controlled.
Babywearing helps me effectively multi-task and meet my all children’s needs at the same time. It also helps address postpartum depression, by syncing mother and baby, and raising oxytocin levels. I believe babywearing is a necessity that should be taught to every single expecting parent and caregiver!
As a bonus, a variety of baby carriers can be adjusted to accommodate an ostomy or j-pouch.
As a mom of a 2-year-old and an almost 4 month old, I’m in the thick of motherhood right now. While it’s an amazing season of life, it definitely has its challenges. A toddler, a baby, and a chronic illness. Ah, I’m exhausted just reading that myself! While it’s far from easy—I’ve found some ways to help embrace the ups and downs and everything in between.
No one wants to be hospitalized or deal with pain. Give yourself the best chance for having feel good days and make your disease management a priority. If you feel symptoms presenting and you’re concerned, alert your GI immediately. Be proactive, nip each flare in the bud as best you can.
Yes, I know. Self care. We hear it all the time. It’s something that’s constantly talked about, that seems unattainable. But try and do something each day for yourself, whether it’s taking a shower, eating a meal sitting down, going for a walk outdoors with your little one and keeping your phone on silent, reading a book before bed, you name it. Try and find the moments in your day when you can unplug and relax. Practice yoga and meditate during nap time instead of doing the dishes or laundry. You owe it to yourself!
You were given this role and this family because you were meant to have it and you were destined to live this life.
I’ve had my fair share of surprises and obstacles with Crohn’s disease. My patient journey includes numerous surgeries, multiple doctor appointments a week, sitting in hospitals getting Remicade infusions, switching up medications to tame a flare and my all-time favorite, hospitalizations for days at a time. Please note the sarcasm in that last sentence.
When the pain presented, I tried everything I could to avoid the trip. I just wanted to stay home and live my life with a newborn, enjoy the snuggles and oddly enough the 3 am feedings. Then, the time came when I couldn’t even get through a feeding without needing to set him down so I could run to the bathroom. I knew it was time.

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