Hello Kimy.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us and inviting our responses.
As has already been said, ultimately the decision is yours and we can only share what we felt was right for us at the time.
I went for years suffering with unbearable anal pain and incontinence, yet was still reluctant to opt for a permanent stoma. Eventually, I found a doctor who diagnosed correctly that I had an internal prolapse, which was unlikely to rectify itself, no matter how much I ‘wished’ that to happen.
At first, I opted for a procedure to sew the colon to somewhere near the spine, which didn’t last very long before it prolapsed again. I tried electric sphincter control which was an absolute failure. This led me to reappraise the whole approach and decided to go for a stoma.
My main motivations were the potential for pain relief, alongside the possibility of ‘managing’ my anal incontinence in a more effective and less messy way.
Since having the stoma, both these criteria have been met, so any time I begin to have doubts, I remind myself of what it was like before and what it is like now in comparison. My thoughts are that if I had to make the decision again I would go for the stoma every time and would have done it sooner if only I had hindsight.
I got by (as I usually do), by writing my feelings (as they happened) in verse, and I will share with you my very first rhyme on the subject (below).
If this rhyme resonates with you, then there are many more of my rhymes in the collections section.
I hope this helps you to make the ’right’ decision for you on this delicate subject.
Best wishes
Bill
FIRST OSTOMY.
I must admit I had a scare
the first time that I saw it there.
I can’t remember what I said
about this thing so crimson red.
Some thoughts were flashing through my mind
about how fate had been unkind.
Most of all I thought “Why me!”
that had to have this ostomy.
What in the world had I done wrong
that to this thing, I’d now belong?
This thing that stuck out from my tum
replacing my malfunctioning bum.
Right now I only speak for me
when talking of my ostomy.
They told me I would benefit
but I began to doubt that bit.
To tell the truth, I won’t pretend
I thought that this would be the end.
I thought the active life I’d led
was now gone, forever dead.
There was no way that I could swim
with what looked like an extra limb.
There’s nothing anyone could say
to keep these type of thoughts at bay.
The negatives exaggerated
as my mood degenerated.
It seemed that I had lost control
of my body and my soul.
But now I’ve had this ‘thing’ a while
I can look back and I can smile.
For now I’m doing so much more
and I’m more active than before.
B. Withers 2012
(In: My Ostomy World Trilogy 2014)