Like my father who keeps telling me that his IBS was cured - yes, cured - by eating cantaloupe every day. Never mind that his doctor "thought" he had a "spastic colon", then diagnosed him with diverticulitis, and he eventually had a section of his intestine removed... nah, he knows all about IBS and knows I'd be cured if I ate cantaloupe. LOL!
I've learned not to discuss certain things with my parents, and going into any kind of detail about my health problems is one of those things. They ask how I'm doing, I say "fine" whether it's true or not, and we move on to the next topic. I have an excellent relationship with my parents and stepparents, I should add, and I absolutely adore them, I just no longer feel the need to share EVERYTHING with them. Works out better that way.
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