I had my surgery on April 1, 2016, his name is Tommy. I have made peace with Tommy, I think. Changing, maintaining, living with, all is second nature. I wear a wrap, which I call my bra, and off I go. Rarely do I feel that Tommy makes an entrance before I do. Even my boyfriend forgets that I have it. I've even gotten used to the occasional 'ostomy burp'. I call it the trump solo.
The only thing that I can still not get used to is the 'blues'. My primary doctor says that it's normal. My coloraectal doctor says it's normal. The only one that doens't think is normal is me. I feel so alone at times. I did go to an ostomy support group, the issue is that it was mostly older folks who lived at a retirement center. Their daily versus my daily were very different. When I was asked to share about me and my day there wasn't anyone there who could relate.
I haven't had anyone to share with. I need someone to share with. Not just online but in person. I need other ostomates to spend time with.
Where are you?!?!