The Truth, My Truth
I like to blog because it's your own feelings, your own truth and thoughts. I don't like asking ostamates, " so whats your story?" Some ostamates are scared to death as it is, When and if they are ready they will share. Since being on this site, I've heard people say, " I'm not afraid to die! " I don't blog about death, We rec'd our surgery to live, not die. When I shared with you that I had not been intimate with my spouse for 2 years, that was me keeping it real with you, my ostamate family. We tried but it was so painful, I truly believe my body was in shock ! It was so painful I didn't want to indulge anymore. So u see it was not my husband fault, it was mostly me.
Psychologically, in order for me to except my new self . In the beginning, I named my stoma after an old enemy of mine because in my head a friend wouldn't do this! I had a parting ceremony for my old enemy and renamed my stoma . I didn't want to be touched. When you feel so bad about yourself the vibes branch out to others. Was my spouse horrible, of course not. We marry one or another not knowing that down the road all the different challenges that you will face or different things that are going to happen. Once we find our ostamate family, we cry out about how terrible our mates are. Listen this was a two party connection. What about you ostamate, were you perfect?
I blog to take you to two different subjects. One, to give you something else to think about and if I touched at least one person, I've accomplished something. My nature is kindness , my heart is full of love for others. I'm even more compassionate since my surgery. There is no entertainment for me with your sadness, I try to keep it moving. That's a saying that my friends and others say all the time.
It's much easier to tell a person that they have offended you individually or in person rather than in a group setting. That's what makes the ostamates the same as non ostamates. I don't have time for that. First of all, I'm too old for that nonsense. I must keep it moving! In case you didn't know, there are people on this site who use their precious time and energy trolling for mistakes and checking to see if you are using others blogs, you know plagerism. Wow, that make me feel really important or special when others go out of their way to prove that I am copying someone else style. That energy could or should best be spent blogging about something new and fresh to help each others . For those of you who took my hand and provided me with helpful guidance and ideas when I first found this site. Such as assisting me in irrigation procedures. Oh how I thank you and never will forget you. You all know who your are, you are my stars!
I thank my mom who taught me to be kind to those who were kind to me. Just think, had she not taught me that, I would have missed a lot of good people. I am not basing my opinion on someone's race, creed, religion, sex or the color of their skin. On this site there are some that I've never had the priveledge of meeting but I feel as if they are family. I sincerely and truly thank them. Lastly, when I first cut off my hair, it was an experiment. Now I wouldn't change a thing. I have no regret about my decision. I'm still angelicamarie, the same ole Gal No one can be me but me. Who be you!
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