For weeks now, my mind has been racing about reversal. Two consultations with the surgeon, a flexible sigmoidoscopy, a barium enema later, I still have one more consultation appointment before I make my decision.
I pulled to the side of a pond and stepped out of my car today to look at an 8.5-acre piece of property with a client. My mind was going over the dimensions of the parcel - the length of the northern and western boundary lines - eyes searching for the spillway in the pond to check its function...etc... For that moment, for that split fraction of time, I was me again. Strong, knowledgeable, quick, and capable of computing a year's worth of comparable sales from memory in my mind.
I took another couple steps onto the dam to feel the dirt beneath my feet - was it solid or did it seem to be holding water? Then it hit me - the burn - the sting - like a hundred fire ants stinging my belly. I placed my hand against the bag instinctively and walked slowly on - the client was following behind me. My mind was now on a different track... the recessed stoma track. Oh my - is it going to leak? Is crap gonna run all down my leg and soak my pants? Maybe the crap is just laying in the abyss of the recessed stoma and burning like fire...please God!!!
When the client reached out to touch my arm from behind as if to steady me, the Realtor was gone. The moment of strength was over. I was just a lady, with a crap sack hanging from her side in a place where she had no business being. Nowhere to check it - nowhere to hide. Vulnerable, exposed. I felt like a foreigner in a land I was born in. Like I couldn't speak my own native tongue.
I know in my head what this has done to me. This thing has blown through my psyche like a wrecking ball. Although he had no idea I was wearing a bag, the touch of a kind hand to steady me without my asking for help confirms he SAW the weakness I feel inside constantly. The touch just brought the feeling to the surface. Oh my - now others SEE that something isn't right.
I have never been seen this way before. It is new. It is foreign. It angers me. I realized in that moment that I need to go through with this reversal. I have to try to get back to ME again. I feel like my mind and my body don't belong in the same space anymore and I must try to reconcile the two or this battle will continue to rage, consuming both my body and mind in its wake.
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