This morning I read about a flower that pushes up through frozen ground. It blooms for a while. Then the frost takes it. But it still bloomed. I didn’t think much of it at first. Then I thought about the last few years. There was a long stretch where nothing got better. Constant fistula pain. Abscesses. Repeated surgeries. I kept searching for a solution. Nothing worked. Eventually I had to get the colostomy. It was the only thing that gave me a chance at feeling human again. On top of the...