Enduring difficult times doesn't automatically mean sublime days are ahead. After living through my surgical complications though, I thought they would be.

Donor fatigue is real, especially when natural disasters keep decimating the poorest parts of the planet. So I save my request for your donations to support IBD initiatives to just one time each year. Now's that time.

At 30 years old, I can divide my life up to this point into three versions. Not every version of myself has been a successful upgrade over the last, and there's much to do to improve the current one.

It's great when mainstream media outlets cover IBD stories and research findings. But when they do, they rouse a small group of wannabe experts at the ready to spread unsubstantiated misinformation.

I look back on my first year with a j-pouch as a relatively successful one, although there are still complaints and challenges and aspirations yet to be fulfilled. Here's a look at what I’ve learned after a year of living with my altered innards.

When a chronic illness makes life a daily challenge, it becomes hard to sympathize with people who complain about things that are no where near as serious as a chronic illness.

I managed to keep a few of my resolutions for 2014. Others, not so much. But overall, this past year has been a marked improvement over the shit show that was 2013.

I've taken on a full-time job while still keeping some freelance jobs on the side, and while it makes me feel productive, I sometimes miss the lazy days of my post-op recovery.

Just because today is named Thanksgiving, it doesn’t mean I, or anyone else, has to set aside all the things they’re unhappy about and make a list of all they’re grateful for.