Here's the last one, the last story about Elizabeth that I'm going to repost on her 17th birthday. It goes without saying that this one was the most special. We had been through a rough year. Elizabeth kept losing weight. She wouldn't eat. She wouldn't tell us how much pain she was in. We thought it was one thing, then another, then a third. None of us knew anything about Crohn's Disease. None of us knew exactly how to feel when she was diagnosed with it.