I am nearing the end of a glorious nine day vacation in paradise. One day, we sleepily shuffled to breakfast complete with bed head and cobwebs, my oldest daughter looked up at me and asked, “When did you know you had IBS?” It’s a fair question. I knew by the age of 10 that certain foods made me extraordinarily uncomfortable and my self esteem was a whole other topic. But it was until about 38 that doctors started to tell me that I might want to get tested or try a script or an elimination diet.

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