I am incredibly lucky, I have been married 24 years this month, a few years ago I started having gi pain, miserable all of the time. My husband got a little testy with me when I would not go out with him, couldn't do laundry, but he took over shopping and laundry. A year and a half ago I was having problems walking, the doctor couldn't figure it out, my blood work was pointing to heart failure, liver failure a lot of stuff. Finally he told me to go to the ER because they would get tests done faster than he could.
Diagnosis? Diverticulitis with stricture, abcess in my hip from it, leaking crap into my abdomen. I had been wearing diapers on and off for a while, couldn't shit unless it was liquid. My husband did so many loads of shitty clothes that I could not do and did it happily.
Fast forward, 4 operations in about a year, colostomy, ileostomy, some resections, initially the bags would not stick, I slept on the leather couch since they would come loose while I slept and that was easier to clean than the sheets and blankets
Now? My husband does most of the work, I have started cooking more, I feel better than I have in years and hopefully will get a take down in the next month. BUT my husband is an amazing lover, does not care that my belly is scarred or that I have a bag hanging off of it, we have a great sex life, I am lucky in so many ways