I don't know if y'all believe in the after life..But I do and I want to share with you a story about my Dad who passed in 2006. My Dad was a hobbyist wood craftsman. He made bird houses, wood puzzles, furniture just small things and everything he made he cut a heart out of wood and put it on. He didn't make anything without a heart on it.
The 2nd day I came home 5 days out of the hospital (I stayed with my Mom the first week) I was having a really bad day. The seal gave way on my bag and it was the second bag I put on. It went all over me. Then I started poooing and didn't stop for 24 hours. I was emptying my bag every hour I was crying and couldn't stop. It was the first real output I had since my surgery. So I put a new bag on and jump in the shower. When I was drying off I looked up in the mirror and the only thing in my fresh clean bag was poo shaped like a heart. a big heart in the center of the bag. I quickly yelled to my husband to come see this and he laughs and says you are the only one I know that can make hearts out of poo.
Ever since then I have had this peace and knew I was going to be OK...
The 2nd day I came home 5 days out of the hospital (I stayed with my Mom the first week) I was having a really bad day. The seal gave way on my bag and it was the second bag I put on. It went all over me. Then I started poooing and didn't stop for 24 hours. I was emptying my bag every hour I was crying and couldn't stop. It was the first real output I had since my surgery. So I put a new bag on and jump in the shower. When I was drying off I looked up in the mirror and the only thing in my fresh clean bag was poo shaped like a heart. a big heart in the center of the bag. I quickly yelled to my husband to come see this and he laughs and says you are the only one I know that can make hearts out of poo.
Ever since then I have had this peace and knew I was going to be OK...