"So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you home?"

I really don't mind, honestly. I appreciate those who have come right out and asked me. So, for those who are a little warry because missionaries coming home early is a touchy subject....here it is, straight from the source!

Vomit is my word of choice, so if you can't bear to even read about it...well...best of luck.

4 Months ago, i started to vomit maybe 3-5 times a month. I blamed it on food, mostly Braums burgers. If you've ever had one you know exactly what i'm talking about.

Fast forward to about a month ago, at this point its progressed from 3-5 times a month to every week to a couple times a week to every day.....

and now it's multiple times a day. To where i wasn't able to keep much down. One day i might be able to keep something down but the next day i wouldn't be able to. It was always russian roulette with whatever i ate.  I had been going to Doctors in Kansas but working with them was a lot of this...



Ivy's favourite part of this story is when they lost my stool sample. I don't understand how you lose that...but they did. Don't worry, they found it. And all of the tests they took came back negative. I had received a lot of blessings at this point, but nothing was changing. Patience became a good friend, as it still is.

At this point i was praying a lot about what to do because i was feeling horrible every day. Most days consisted of being inside for a long time because even when i didn't eat i was still vomiting and always feeling nauseas. That call to my mission president was the hardest call i've ever made...