Hi all
This may seem long-winded, but I do need to talk to those who understand what I'm talking about.
My name is Sharon, and my friend I call "Moan-a."
I've had Moan-a since July last year when I was rushed to the hospital after passing out with a severe diverticula attack. I'd been having these for over 20 years, having been hospitalized 3 times prior. This time, however, they said they would go in, keyhole, and take a look-see!
I woke to find, to my shock and disappointment, a colostomy bag. The surgeon said I had finally perforated my colon with a large abscess needing removal.
Now I blame myself for this happening. I'm a lazy eater and loathe cooking. Fine rich food and pub meals with a nice glass or two of a preferred wine were customary daytime or nighttime fare. Mornings always started with 3 large mugs of black coffee. Exercise? Nah, though I conscientiously put on my Fitbit tracker every day. What I'm saying here is I could see everything I'd been doing wrong to put me in the situation I was in.
So after my release from the hospital, with regrets, fear of the unknown, and disappointments in myself, I set about trying to change. I tried a few new eating styles like healthy sandwiches, salads, grilled fish, etc. I tried to follow suggestions and recommendations, and though I was putting on weight, feeling overwhelmed most days, I coped. Then I started to think I've really got to push myself to lose some weight so my surgeon would do a reversal at Christmas. He'd said 6 months in, my insides were a bit of a mess, and he had to take more of my colon than he wanted. Also, it is retracted to make it worse. So I decided to do Keto. Well, that ended 2 months back with me passing out on my laundry floor and another rush to the hospital.
8 days later, 6 with fluids being pumped in and 2 with restricted fluid count, I was released. Verdict: they found a bunch of pouches up under my left kidney and just above my abdomen, all above my stoma.
Recommendation: remove the rest of my large colon and just have the small one.
I thought long and hard about this and decided not to proceed...yet! The surgeon said my choice, but I'd be back.
Since then, I'm now so depressed. I hate how I look, how I feel, who I am. I'm back where I started, doing everything wrong again. I won't exercise. I'm turning into a fat lazy person who is just feeling sorry for herself while knowing I can do better, be better. I'm not stupid, or am I?
I'm now to have a colonoscopy due. My sodium count is very low, then very high. Honestly, I can't make head or tails of what I must do to help myself.
Any comments, no matter how truthful, appreciated.