On my wall is this framed postcard of a Charles Bukowski quote. This is what it means to me. If you let ulcerative colitis grind you down, make you sad, embarrass you, frighten you, make you feel insecure, affect your relationships, humiliate you, stop you doing things, prevent you travelling, make you feel bitter, worry you and stop you having the occasional pint of Old Speckled Hen whilst watching England beat the Aussies at rugby, it will.
