It’s funny, the one thing I have despised since I was a kid (and yes, that is a harsh word but true) is poo…but yet it now rules my world. It’s the irony of life, I suppose. Anyway. This book was given to me as a gift after I had surgery. I remember the excitement of digging into the brightly colored gift bag, the sound of crumpling tissue paper against my hand and thinking…Yay! A Gift! I pulled it out, looked at the title and was like…”What the…?” It sat on my nightstand for weeks…months. I stared at it, but I didn’t open it. Maybe I didn’t want to know what my poo was telling me because then it would make my situation real, and maybe I wasn’t ready yet, to understand or receive it. When I finally did open it, I learned a lot. And not just about poo, but also about myself and acceptance. I realized that knowing isn’t bad at all. It’s giving you a great opportunity to try to get prepared….for the fight.