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You, God, and Gastroparesis

It’s 2am…the house is quiet. A silent darkness seems to stretch out for hours.  I feel searing pain surge through my torso. My mind is searching, analyzing “the mystery” of gastroparesis. Finally the question I’ve been avoiding for the last few hours comes front and center — The little voice of logic that forces it’s way into my consciousness asks,…