Instead of Interstitial Cystitis becoming a curse for me it has become a life-changing gift. I was devastated and angry when first diagnosed in 1983. Then I was relieved to have a name for what plagued my every waking minute and interrupted my sleep. In-between potty breaks I decided to fight rather than give up. I went back to school and got my Master’s degree in Social Work. I opened a holistic private practice and began to counsel among others, “IC” patients offering them hope and encouragement. Creative ways to deal with pain emerged.
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