No, Dokuma, not every entry in my blog deals with food. In fact, despite my having eaten two Italian chicken sandwiches for lunch both yesterday and today, you've just read every food reference to be found in this entry.

The Moss Bluff Cruisers are favored by 20 points over the visiting Caribe Sharks in this weekend's matchup. Yet I don't really care about perhaps breaking the .500 barrier for the first time this season. If I weren't sick, I'd be packing my bags for the weekend and getting on I-10 right now, headed to St. Patrick's Hospital, the same hospital where I was born 27 years ago, to visit a former classmate.

Damon Guillory has been diagnosed with Crohn's Disease. He has nearly died twice since the onset of this initial flareup, and he had an ileostomy a couple of days ago. He was just recently been moved out of ICU. Damon is 27.

I have ulcerative colitis. It's been dormant for the past 3½ years, but I know it's still there. It crosses my mind every time I head to the bathroom. My future children have a 10% increased risk of colon cancer because of it.

Though Damon and I weren't terribly close, either in graded school or college, I feel a sense of obligation to him, with us both having forms of IBD. I'm going to visit him in a couple of weeks, but if it were up to me, I'd be on the way now.

-KIE