Please, before I start, I really hope I do not offend anyone; this is not my intention. I just need to get some things off my mind. In the last 2 years, I had cancer removed from my bladder three times, had my sack split open twice to have cysts removed, and got my stoma. The last
2 months, my friend Bill has been on my mind. I have known him for over 35 years; he is 6 months older than me. We spent many nights in the wet, cold, and dark, working to get a machine ready to work the next morning. He was tough as nails. My friend, in the past 2 years, was fighting a brain cancer tumor. At one time, they had it under control, but it came back with a vengeance, and he was too weak to fight anymore, and medicine was not helping or working. He spent his last month in the hospital on morphine until he passed away. I miss my friend. I got my stoma because I had UC, and what UC did not damage, cancer did; my colon is completely gone except for the anus stump. When I feel sorry for myself, I think of my friend. I really have no reason to feel sorry; I am alive. So, I poop in a bag; that is better than in my pants. My stoma saved my life and has given me a chance to have a fairly normal life.
Thanks, Ed

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