Eight years ago, my husband was coaching in the Arizona League (rookie ball). We lived in Arizona full time, and our kids loved running around at Dad’s games on the grass of the backfields of Salt River.
Life was good…except I was sick…and we didn’t know why.
My hair was falling out, I was so bloated I looked pregnant, my stomach was always in knots, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open after a meal. The pain was horrible, but not being able to stay awake when I had two small children was terrifying.
