Greetings everyone. I just joined this site to share my experiences and maybe learn a few things along the way and possibly help out people that are struggling.
My story began last July when I was having pains in my side. My immediate thought was that it could be my appendix because I know a guy that just had his appendix removed a month before
this. So when I went to the hospital and got a CT scan, the doctor told me I had diverticulitis. He gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my way. I felt like everything was fine because he
made it seem like it was no big deal. He didn't tell me to receive any follow up and he told me what foods to avoid.
Fast forward to October 2019. I'm on my vacation to the Philippines visiting some of my friends I have over there and having the best time ever. On the day before I was about to leave,
I'm standing in the hotel lobby and all of a sudden, it felt like someone shot me in the stomach. I doubled over, my eyes bulged out and I had the worst pain ever in my groin and stomach area.
I thought, "What the hell did I eat!?" Well moving forward a little bit, I was up in the hotel room with my girlfriend trying to deal with the pain. She's giving me warm towels for my stomach
and trying to comfort me in anyway she could. She's not a nurse or anything but she did her best and urged me to go to the hospital. Me being the stubborn lug that I am said to her,
"Nah I'll be ok. I'll just postpone my flight and go home a day later." Well needless to say I got worse and worse and had no choice but to go to the hospital once I saw that my skin was
grey and my fingernails were purple! They told me that they had to do emergency surgery or I was going to die. There was so much pus and poison in my system, I almost went into
kidney failure. So laying on the operating table before they started cutting me open, I asked my girlfriend for her phone. I opened the camera and recorded a video message.
It was a goodbye video to my three grown sons.
I told them that I loved them and I was proud of them. I said I was sorry it has to end this way but I'll always be with them when my time is over on this Earth. Well I don't remember
EVER doing this! Luckily I'm alive and never viewed or sent the video. Now before I received any drugs to put me to sleep, I closed my eyes as the doctors were entering the room to begin.
That was when I saw my parents and my aunt and uncle. They've all passed away, but I definitely saw them. It was a concerned look on their face. Not a look of comfort. They were
behind a large glass window that had rain pouring down it so they were blurred. I feel they were telling me, "It's not your time yet." My son had told me the day before
that he proposed to his girlfriend and in my mind, I thought I have to live to go to his wedding!
8-9 hours later, I came out of surgery with a huge gash down my stomach and an ostomy bag attached to my side. My first reaction was, "What in the f****** hell is this?" I never even
knew what an ostomy was let alone saw one! I was in and out of consciousness for the next few days trying to understand what happened to me. I had dropped 40 pounds in about a week. My voice sounded like
Grandpa Simpson from the TV show The Simpsons. And I was so thirsty, I would have drank toilet water if they let me have it.
Well moving forward a few days, I started feeling a little better but was worried about getting home, and getting back to work, paying my hospital bill. (You can't leave the hospital until your bill is paid
in full in the Philippines). But slowly things started improving. I got in touch with work. I didn't have access to most of my money so my sister and son helped me out with that. Now my next problem was
getting home. It's a 15-hour flight if you fly direct! I booked a flight that stopped in Korea first for 5 hours, then to Boston then finally to Philadelphia. So after a very hard flight,
I made it to Philadelphia and my youngest son picked me up at the airport. He drove me home and I was so weak and sickly looking, he took me to the hospital where I remained for another week.
Turns out I had caught an infection (probably on the plane ride) and my surgical wound dehisced.
Once I got home, I started improving fairly quickly. My weight was coming back, I was lifting 5-pound dumbbells because that's all I was allowed to, my disability payments started coming in and
I was driving Uber and Lyft while I was out trying to make a few dollars. I couldn't stand sitting at home watching Netflix and playing video games anymore.
I went back to work full time January 1st of 2020. Might have been a little early, but I was just too bored at home.
So last week I had a colonoscopy (that was fun NOT!) to see what exactly was going on inside. I received the good news from my surgeon that I can be scheduled for reversal surgery anytime I want!
Which leads me to tonight, hopeful, excited, and a changed man in so many ways! I'm going to make it to my son's wedding! I'm going to surf again! I'm going to see my future grandchildren!
I'm going to marry that wonderful young lady (my girlfriend) that saved my life and stuck by my side for thirteen days in the hospital, never left my side once except when she'd go get me
something to eat downstairs. And when she did leave, her mom was right there with me too. I'm going to be a kinder person! I'm not out of the woods yet, but it is looking hopeful!
October 26 of 2019 I was solid as a rock! Great shape, full of life, strong as a horse, proud father of three smart handsome young men, feeling awesome because I have the best looking and sweetest girlfriend in
the world. October 27, I nearly lost it all! Life is very fragile and I'll never take anything for granted. If anyone wants to chat more or ask questions, please feel free. God bless you all!