Hi Walk, I'm Marsha, proud owner of my ileostomy for more than 50+ years... I was 15 when they finally operated. Before that, I cried, "Why me? Why now?" from ages 12-15. I was sick with ulcerative colitis, in and out of hospitals, staying in for months at a time. I missed 4 years of school, and when I found out that I could have surgery and get back a normal life, I cried. It wasn't until years later that I became really angry that my parents waited for so long before agreeing to the surgery, which I knew nothing about. I did come to forgive them, knowing that they made what they thought were the best choices for me... When I was 19, I begged the doctors to remove the rectum, making the ostomy permanent. No one was happy about that, except me, and I've never regretted it. My ostomy is my badge of survival. I'm more upset about all the stretch marks and complications that were caused by all the medications I'd taken, but that too is an old story. I've managed to live a full and active life. I married, had two children, went back to school to get my teaching degree, divorced, went back to dating life. I decided to take bits and pieces of retirement while I was still young enough and healthy enough to enjoy it. That was 20 years ago. Time, age, ailments, and finances demand that I slow down some, but I still get to Australia every year to visit my son and his family who live there. It's healthy to mourn your loss and the events that caused them, but then it's time to look at the positive and continue to live the best possible life for you and your family. Ironically, both my sons have inflammatory bowel disease, but as of now, have not needed surgical intervention. They've been maintaining their health with medications, and my younger son is now vegan and is off all medication for the first time in 20 years. You are the one who will choose how to live the good life with the ostomy or in spite of it. Either way, best of luck to you. Marsha