After several more visits to the MD he did a procedure that revealed the problem. I had a colonoscopy done but to be sure I took a look myself.
He also recommended a new experimental procedure but after some research I declined.
After several years of the 50 yard dash to the bathroom and several resections I relented and agreed to the dreaded stoma & pouch. My social life went to sub zero in no time. My cat pled for me to get out of the house and my dog helped with the housework.
I tried to have a BBQ with other ostomates but no one came. I was feeling ugly and unloved
Now divorced and with the dreaded pouch, one of my dwindling friends suggested that I check out some new women.
This did not go well so he set me up with a woman he said I would be sure to like.
Not to be discriminatory, but I told him that abundance was not my style. He tried again.
I thanked him for his effort but firmly stated that I would find someone on my own. He knew I wouldn't, but if I did it would probably be a country girl.
I was very despondent but a newspsper article got my head straight.
My last friend suggested a new elixir that was a sure fire solution to making new friends but once they found out about the pouch it was, "Sorry Charlie!"
I accept the situation and am comfortible with being alone. Now I just go the the beach with some cheap sunscreen and get a tan.
That was my story, what's yours?
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