Greetings all!
I used to have a rather active account on this website, but over the years I stopped coming as often because my real life got rather busy. In any event, it's awesome to be back and I look forward to reconnecting with some old and hopefully new friends here as well!
To make a long story short, my beautiful and very much loved husband, Tyler, has had his ileostomy since he was about 25 years old. He is now nearly 31 and is still doing great all things considered. However, just recently he started having sigmoidoscopes (he still has his rectal stump, but none of his large intestine) in order to screen for cancer as a precaution. The doctors have found that he does have inflammation in his rectal stump, and our specialist gave surgery to remove the stump as one of our options.
Tyler and I are both very worried though because we know that there's a chance he may be rendered impotent by the procedure. Naturally, if he were diagnosed with cancer, there would be no question at all! But for the time being, no cancerous polyps were found. Still, our specialist was honest enough to admit that there's always a chance cancer can be missed when they do biopsies of the rectal stump, which was a very frightening thing to consider.
So now, Tyler is left considering whether or not rectal stump removal might be worth it.
Can anyone who has had their rectum removed please let me know what the after-effects were like? I really need to hear from you brave people now!
Thank you.
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Well, I hit the two year mark. I went back and read my posts from when I first found this site. I was very fortunate in that I stumbled upon it only 4 weeks post op. I have said many times that this community really saved me. The first 2 weeks after my surgery I shut down completely. It wasn't until about the 3rd week that my son came in to my room, flicked on the light and told me I was going to have to get back to living because I was scaring him. I had fallen into such a depression. He ticked me off, but it also made me stop and think- what was I going to do? Feel sorry for myself and sulk, or be grateful I was alive.
I've re-read my journals from that time and it was after my son kicked my butt, so to speak, I took an honest inventory and had to dig deeper than I've ever had to. I mean, I had survived a pretty nasty divorce, after a pretty crappy marriage and that was tough. But this was different. I felt like I was now a handicapped person who would be limited in their life and be looked at as a freak. My mental state was precarious, at best.
But then I found this site. I just lurked a bit before posting. I read so many of the other stories and I started to see just how full my life can be, I was not handicapped, and certainly not a freak! The stories of survival, the sense of humor, the support and compassion was inspiring. It was then I made myself get out of the dark, and get my sh*t together.
Not all rainbows and sunshine at first, hardly! But with grace from myself - to myself, and the kindness and willingness of the folks here to be supportive, non judgemental and openly share intimate details about their life circumstances, l not only survived but thrived.
I think of all the years I had suffered with such extreme pain, barely functioning, and the many hospital stays and how that is all behind me now. (All fingers, toes, and legs crossed that I never have to go near a hospital for myself ever again. I think I'd rather have a fork stuck in my eye. I loathe every about them.)
So, to everyone who has been a part of this journey with me, to say thank you is not enough. I'm forever grateful to know you all. My Angels, each one of you.
And as the Grateful Dead famously said,
"what a long strange trip it's been!"
Im so happy I'm tripping with you all.
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