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  • "These blogs brighten my day... Not from the experiences but how you describe them!"- A.P.
  • "You are a delight. Your blog makes my day. I have snort-laughed while reading every post."- B.J.
  • "Gabby you are the BEST!!! Not only are you beautiful and witty, you are really a great person for sharing your experiences with others!!! I'm totally a fan of your writing!!! Thanks for sharing your stories!!!!"- Y.S.
  • "hilarious -- and a small world. I, too, can no longer eat gluten after a bowel resection to treat Crohn's. this is my excuse for drinking more wine. cheers!"- J.S
  • "Just LOLed, "I can still taste every morsel of that artery clogging, homophobic sandwich."- K.S.S.
  • "You da bomb!"- L.T.
  • "This is actually about someone living with a real problem as opposed to some random person trying to be quirky on the internet. I actually laughed out loud reading about her misadventures. Also, I LOVE the title"- W.G.
  • "I never knew Ga was such a talented writer. Certainly much more lucid and clever than 99.9% of the blogs out there"- G.G.
  • "I ran across your blog...brilliant!!! Your enthusiasm for coping with your illness and the online dating scene is just incredible. Despite the various diseases and accounts I deal with on a daily basis at NIH, it's heartwarming to hear the story of those combat their struggles not only physically but mentally. You're a hero in my book Gabs!"- S.G.
  • "This is awesome, I could not have written this better or more truthfully myself. It is really how we IBDer's feel" - J.R.
  • "I do totally empathise. I was diagnosed with crohns age 13, had my first surgery then. I have had many since then as well as so much more secondary problems. I had my stoma when I was 25. I am 53 this year, I wish I could say my illness and life were better but things are even more complicated. I appreciate your strength in writing your blog, that goes for everyone else who has the strength and dedication to wrote one, these illnesses are so much in the head as well as the physical aspects of the body. Keep blogging and recording your experiences" - J.I.
  • "Wow!  This was excellent - compelling, well-written and just draws you in.   I think she should do something with this -- beyond the blog..." - I.F.
  • "Wow! She's one hell of a writer! Guess that talent runs in the family. Thanks for sharing, it helps me understand what you all have been going through." - M.W.
  • "She is an  amazing writer!! I can feel her raw emotions...and my heart bleeds for her. Of course she doesn't want anyone seeing her when she is sick....that is very moving..." - L.P.
  • "...It's awesome, funny, and bittersweet. I'm sorry life has been so rough, but glad that your able to find the silly in it to make things bearable. I especially liked your post about 20-somethings, because as a fellow, chronically ill person those lists often make me think about punching infants." - E.O.


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