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Wed Jul 29, 2020 5:45 pm

“This ileostomy is how I survived Vietnam.” If I said that, it would be true, but misleading, for I never got to ‘Nam. The Leon Uris novel Battle Cry, about a platoon of Marines in the south Pacific during W.W. II, had captured my imagination and I went to the local Marine Corps recruiter to see what I could find out. They gave me a standard test and I went home to decide. Then I got sick. After a total of five months in the hospital, ending with the surgery, I was 4-F. No Semper Fi for me. So, the ostomy became the way in which I survived that war. Otherwise, I am convinced, my name would have been on that heart-breaking black granite wall in D.C. I ended up protesting it rather than fighting it. My good sense, and my bad health luck, overcame my earlier gung-ho esprit de corps. Now I’m 77 and counting. Peace!

Wed Jul 29, 2020 6:33 pm

Wow, Henry! Imagine how different things could have been for you. Your family must be thankful for your ostomy too. Glad you're still around  to tell us these stories.

 

Laurie

Thu Jul 30, 2020 3:07 am

Hello HenryM.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences in this way as it provides us with alternative perspectives on such things.

Best wishes

Bill 

Axl
Thu Jul 30, 2020 5:07 am

Hey Henry

I have a 4 F letter around here somewhere too.

Although my story is different to yours.

Well done

Axl

Thu Jul 30, 2020 7:34 am
Axl wrote:

Hey Henry

I have a 4 F letter around here somewhere too.

Although my story is different to yours.

Well done

Axl


I would say that what we got is a bit worse than Trumpian bone spurs, eh?  Stay well, Axl. 

Thu Jul 30, 2020 2:39 pm

Maybe you should write a book called "Journeys Of An Ostomate" I enjoy your stories. Best wishes and stay safe

Thu Jul 30, 2020 5:27 pm
lovely wrote:

Maybe you should write a book called "Journeys Of An Ostomate" I enjoy your stories. Best wishes and stay safe


Thanks, lovely.  Oh, there are plenty of possible titles.  Your suggestion is a good one.  I mentioned the other day:  The Zen of an Ostomy.  Or, How I Learned to Love My Stoma.  Maybe we need a contest to come up with the best title...   Stay well.

Thu Jul 30, 2020 10:21 pm
HenryM wrote:


Thanks, lovely.  Oh, there are plenty of possible titles.  Your suggestion is a good one.  I mentioned the other day:  The Zen of an Ostomy.  Or, How I Learned to Love My Stoma.  Maybe we need a contest to come up with the best title...   Stay well.

That sounds like a good idea and maybe some could contribute a story or two.

Sun Aug 09, 2020 11:10 pm

Hi Henry,

( And Lovely)    

 

Thanks for your story Henry..   " Saved" by needing surgery..   In retrospect, you must feel so lucky.   I got sick at 12,   and didn't have my surgery until I was 15..   I often think back as to what kind of person  I would have been, had I net gotten sick at such a young age, a nd if I hadn't had so much adversity through much of my teens.    I think I learned to care about others....be sensitive to the  needs of others, value education, and friends, as well as family...   I lived in and out of hospitals, ( without my parents) for more than 4 years, and it left it's mark...      Lovely,   I think writing a book, of   The Journey of Ostomates, would be a really good and helpful idea..   If  others like it as well,    I'd be glad to work with anyone who would like to submit his/ her story ,a dn what he/she learned from it...    I know one gal  on line, who wrote her own book, and had it published...    

Over the years, (  55 with an ostomy)  I've met many people, with interesting stories to share.   One lovely gal, lives in Papua New Guineo, and after suriving cancer, and living with her ostomy,   she worked with others in her community to bring supplies and help to the needy who did not have supplies.  When I went to Australia, to visit my son, I brought 2 suitcases filled with supplies,   which was then picked up by by  worker from PNG, and delivered to Janet.   Today,  PNG Ostomy Association, exhists because of her, and they even have a van, with it's official name..    These stories, help people around the world, who r eally need us to know, and care..    I have a houseful of supplies, I'd like to donate to Ostomates Worldwide, but they are based in Washington DC,  with their Warehouses in Kentucky.   I don't have the money to ship supplies to Kentucky, and have been on the phone with the organizations leadership.   I've even thought of doing a " go fund me page"..to help raise money for thepostage..    I'd really like to send the supplies to Janet in PNG, since she really needs them.   People there use plastic bags, or wrap themselves in bandages, like a diaper.    Here we have so much,exept for the postage to get whats needed to people who need the items...   Any ideas welcome...   Marsha   Check out PNG  Ostomy website of Facebook...

Mon Aug 10, 2020 12:57 pm

I guess I could say the same thing. My number came up pretty low in the lottery. I had my surgery three years earlier. I got my "invitation" to my pre-induction physical and headed over there not knowing what to expect. Went through every test they had until I got to the last doctor and he looked at me, looked at my pouch and just said "what are you doing here?" I told him I was told to show up and handed him a letter from my doctor (just in case someone thought I glued a non-fucntioning pouch on my side). Again, he looked at me and said "you can go." Went home and a few days later got my 4-F in the mail.

Mon Aug 10, 2020 1:44 pm
chet8625 wrote:

I guess I could say the same thing. My number came up pretty low in the lottery. I had my surgery three years earlier. I got my "invitation" to my pre-induction physical and headed over there not knowing what to expect. Went through every test they had until I got to the last doctor and he looked at me, looked at my pouch and just said "what are you doing here?" I told him I was told to show up and handed him a letter from my doctor (just in case someone thought I glued a non-fucntioning pouch on my side). Again, he looked at me and said "you can go." Went home and a few days later got my 4-F in the mail.


Sounds like we had similar experiences.  And here we are... 

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