http://www.seniorbeacon.info/neveralone When I was first diagnosed with ulcerative colitis in January of 2000, my parents and I felt as if there was nowhere to turn. As my disease rapidly progressed, my family was afraid and alone. No specialist in Pueblo, Colorado would deal with a patient so young, so we had to resort to making long trips back and forth to the Denver Children's Hospital for treatment. Even the doctors there were baffled by the virulence of my disease. My case was unprecedented.