I can only remember that I was always having terrible pains, but thank god as time goes on the memory is less and less vivid. What I can recall is that the pain was constant, and very very severe. As young as I was, it was something I still had to deal with. I would get stomach cramps and double over and curl up in a ball and rock myself to sleep. My mother would give me some of my medicines and I am certain one of them had to be for the pain. How did I deal with it?I had no choice, I just did. Yes I cried, yes, had my own pitty party wondering why god had picked me to suffer, but by the end of the day, I accepted where I was, and just moved on into the next day. Sometimes it would begin all over again, and sometimes it would be what I considered a good day. The most important thing is I survived and was able to move on. Just be there for that particular person is all I can suggest.
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