It all boils down to the simple fact that it feels good to appreciate. It just points me in a direction that I like to contemplate. I actually said out loud a year ago that I couldn't appreciate my ostomy; it wasn't possible. I think I'd be dead from a painful wasting away by now without it. Silly me. I appreciate my ostomy. I love standing up and sitting easily. I can feel my body getting stronger and more lithe again. I like moving freely. I like feeling light and fit. I like feeling bouncing and frisky, and an ostomy is no impediment to this. I have quality of living. I have bodily comfort and ease. I've learned discretion with my condition and can walk about feeling comfortable and free. I appreciate my ostomy for giving more life to me. I appreciate it allowing me to raise my children one, two, and three. I appreciate my ostomy is no impediment to loving grandchildren indeed. And now to invent something that scoops children up and puts them on one's lap since hernias are a danger for those with ostomies, but children need to be picked up and put on one's lap regularly... it's part of loving them!
I appreciate my ostomy and am interested in life getting even better for me. I appreciate living and feeling interested and happy.
I appreciate my ostomy and am interested in life getting even better for me. I appreciate living and feeling interested and happy.