“You’re going to lose your colon. You might as well get used to the idea.” There were no preliminaries. No handshake, no niceties. Not even a polite introduction. The pediatric gastroenterologist barely glanced at our fourteen-year-old son before flipping through his medical file. “Medications aren’t working. Treatments aren’t helping. You’re one sick kid and you’re out of options.” With military-like …
