Hi friends,
I too read "Death's Rant", but I wrote a personal note instead of posting... Now I think I'm sorry I did that.
I was a child when I got sick, and a young teen when I had my surgery. And now at 63, those 3 years of being sick are only seconds in time. And yet, some of the experiences during that short time, and in the years that followed, can still bring me to a rant. But that's when I only focus on the bad. Life wasn't easy....and adjusting to an ostomy was a challenge. But at 15, I was thrilled to get on with real life, and I never gave the actual ostomy a second thought. It was just a part of me. I dated, I camped, I stayed out late and partied, I got engaged, married, and then had my two miracle children. But illness plagued us, and I started to develop/collect medical issues. My marriage wasn't made in heaven, and that began to deteriorate too. But I went on to college while married and graduated with a BA and then Special Ed certification. Sadly, both my sons developed inflammatory bowel disease, and that was a heartbreak for me. They faced their challenges, took their meds, rode that roller coaster of illness and well-being, but graduated, married, and both now have children. I sometimes think that "it's not fair", and life shouldn't be so hard, but all that grief just makes the good times better. Today, I "seize the day". If I'm well, I'm out and about....and if not.....I hope for a better tomorrow. I don't want to lose a "good" today....grieving about a sad past or an uncertain future.... But in my heart of hearts...Rants feel so good....Cathartic...and not as fattening as chocolate cake.