Five Fucking Years

Five years ago today, I was rushed into emergency surgery and woke up to find a 41-staple incision up my stomach and an ileostomy. I had been in the hospital for about three weeks previously, and we were planning for this, but the doctors were trying to get me healthier before surgery. My colon had other plans, and I started to hemorrhage out the night of the 21st. What was supposed to be a temporary ileostomy before getting a J-Pouch turned permanent 8 months later.

Well, I don't think "Happy Anniversary" is exactly in order, but... "Happy you're still here, 5 years later, and hopefully many more to come"! Hope you're doing well.

Hello CascadianAaron. Five years Eh! Anniversaries are often a time when people reflect in a more focussed and concentrated way upon what that time or event meant to them. I am very fortunate because my memory for dates is terrible so I don't tend to have anniversaries. This omission has the effect of spreading any negativity and resentment at the original incident over the whole period so it gradually gets diluted and blends into the background. As long as I have other things to focus upon this background becomes what it is supposed to be 'back'-ground. That is, they are things that have happened in the past, which I have very little control over and I'm damned sure I am not going to let them control my future anymore than they have to. As with most things 'ostomy', we each deal with things in our own ways. I try to write about how I feel (usually in rhyming verse) so that towards the end of periods of negative thoughts, I have produced something that I can look back on as if I have encapsulated it, put it inside a book cover and closed the book. I therefore don't need to dwell on it and it doesn't consume my thoughts on a daily basis. However, every now and then I might flip through the rhymes to remind myself of how I once felt and I can renew my thankfulness that these intense and damaging feelings are now encapsulated and controlled within a relatively harmless rhyming verse.
That's just my long-winded way of saying 'been there & done that' so I can understand how you feel as you remind me of how I once felt.
Best wishes
Bill

Hey Aaron, I'm way older than your profile parameters suggest but congratulations.
Now, Bill, your advice is priceless in many ways. I hope lots of folks read your note, understand just what you mean and give you the big "thank you" you deserve.
Respectfully,
Mike

Nice topic. I thought the admin might have said, "Boo hoo, that's rude words." I say no, they aren't. What's the go? Cheers from OZZY LAND.

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WOW! Mooza? Welcome back.
Mike

I'm well known for dropping f-bombs on occasion, it's part of my charm...

Hey Aaron, as my previous writings imply, the "F" word is often the most necessary word in the vocabulary. How else would we know what we really mean?
Mike

Hey Aaron....sometimes I feel the exact same way except I say 3 f#@%ing years. Nothing really explains the way a person feels like the "F" word. I am truly grateful to be alive as without surgery, I would have most likely died at 48 years old. Too soon for a headstone. Take care. LH

Had my ileo for 154 fucking years, yeah!

ment 15 years Can't type worth a shit lol

Man, that's quality. I'm nearly three years in, but I've had my share of rants. I compare anger to shite: "It's better out than in."

Of course, I was using dog years, LOL. I have really been pissed about it too. In real years, 15. Anytime you want to bitch, rant, or have a hissy fit, I will listen.
Best wishes,
eddie

lol Eddie....I thought Wow....World Record holder here at 154 years old....hee hee