The extent to which IBS has affected my life and that of my family has yet to be measured. I know the affect it had on my family, since my children were small when it first started. They're now 18 and 23. We never had a family vacation, and I had to miss some of their events in school, band, scouting, etc. They've never really known me as I was before I got IBS. How I loved to take drives and go places. Their lives had to fit into how much I was able to do with them and for them. My spouse has had to be the sole provider, basically the whole time, and he's done a wonderful job--but, it's done it's damage in that area too. I haven't been able to go out and do things with him like other couples can. And I know there's been resentment on his part that I haven't been able to do more to help financially. The effect IBS will have on our lives in the future seems pretty black and white (unless we win the lottery, or have some rich relative we don't know about). You can't put away a nest egg when there's only one income, raising two kids, paying a mortgage off and having medical bills. Especially when you have a factory job and no 401K. Even if I was cured tomorrow, how do you make up for l8 years that you couldn't bring in a regular paycheck? You can't. The silver lining to this IBS cloud is that I believe it has made me look at life differently. I appreciate things I probably never would have before. I have more sympathy for people than apathy. And I feel that in the long run, I'll be stronger because of it. I've learned to never give up hope, and not to let the little things get me down.