On July 18 it'll be a year since I had life saving surgery. A year since I was in the worst pain I have ever been in. A whole year of fighting to not let Crohn's Disease over take me, and not letting my ileostomy define who I am. It hasn't been easy, but then again nothing in my life has been. Most days I accept that this is my new way of life, but some days I just want to scream.
I honestly don't remember much from last summer, especially the end of June and on. What I do remember is being so scared but not wanting to show it. I KNEW something was wrong but I had been doing all the right things. Going to my doctor appointments and taking the suggested medications... I was in the hospital a total of 6 times and had several blood transfusions and all the while nobody seemed to know what was really happening to me. My insides were falling apart and I was slowly filling with toxins...
Flash forward 12 months and now I'm an ostomate for life with my permanent "mate" Stella. She's a real diva and very picky about the bag she carries :p
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