(Sorry for the essay folks, I would have said less, yet that wouldn't get the point across. Further warning, mildly graphic explanations ahead. Enjoy reading at your own risk).
I met with my new surgeon today, a good guy, honest, (which was relieving), and probably the tenth I've had over these years. We spoke about the future, if I was to receive the surgeries I would need to receive to live a pseudo-normal life. I'll explain the reasons for the surgery here, since below will be the details of why this is, (was), important to me. I've been waiting for a very, very long time. Ever since I was 12. The issue is a gamble. Below are the details.
First, is a happier lifestyle. I will have more comfort, I will be able to shower again normally, and I will not have to wear some black fanny-pack-looking wrap that gets confused for a bra every time someone walks into the bathroom. I'll be able to sleep comfortably, as the pain caused by this thing will no longer bother me, and the wrap, too, won't be in the way of comfort. However, the most important thing to note is relationships, as I believe we all know how difficult that can be. This is hindered at the moment, one of the limitations, however, is also one of the reasons to lean left on this decision. Choose, perhaps, to not go along with the plan the surgeon laid out. I will get more into that momentarily.
Second, a con is that when this surgery, or surgeries for plural, is underway, there's a 60-40 ratio of success for someone in my position. As the surgeon stated, 60 is success and 40 is not. This is due to my illness being pre-cancerous, as well as extremely prone to becoming aggravated by the slightest tampering. If I do go along with this plan the likelihood of the illness returning is high, as once remission is taken out of the equation and we attempt to make the new medical plan work, (a J-pouch to be specific), there's a chance inflammation will return at a far greater expense, so much so, that we move to three,
Third, the downfall to this 60-40 ratio is for one, my situation is peculiar, as my illnesses, one that is curable by consistent treatment, (Colitis) and the other, (Chrohns), which is not at all curable, makes the situation very unpredictable. The primary issue is that once we begin with the J-Puch we cannot stop, for the first year of preparation, by this time surgery one is done and two is underway, the Chrohns, like an old man, will likely come out to yell and wave his cane around in fury. I will, from what the surgeon has told me, have 5-10 years of happiness. As 80 of the people who get this surgery are pleased with the outcome, however, most of those who do are not in my condition. I am very healthy, oddly enough, apparently healthier than the majority of people my age. Yet that one issue, that incurable illness, if it wants to come out of its sleep state it could destroy my life for good.
Let's address this more thoroughly. The first issue is that ratio, there's a 20 chance for the illness to return in full the longer I remain with it. That 20 increases yearly after the 10-year mark. 1 each year, and this is general which means my situation could be at a greater risk, possibly 40 if tampering takes place. Add 1 to that each year. At this time my current medical situation, let's call it the IO, (Ileostomy), is 7 years in. The 10-year mark, for most people with this illness, can be problematic as the illness will begin to tear at tissue once again. At this time it is already attempting to do so. The recent CT scan showed a moderate amount of inflammation, not enough to show concern. However, I did not mention this to anyone before, mostly because I'd get hospitalized if I did. There is bleeding, mild, but nothing truly concerning. It has stopped for a few months now, I will have to watch it. However, if there is already a problem, the problem will only grow worse, and if I tamper with it, it will become angry for waking it up. One of the most jarring things I was told is that if this occurs if the illness decides to return in full, I will have to revert to my current state. However, with a twist, the rectum will be removed entirely. I've already lost my large intestine, mind you. The tissue down there, as I learned on my own while studying health, is connected to the sexual organs along the prostate. (We're all adults here, right?) So, in simple terms, if this tissue is removed sexual function will be removed too. So not only will comfort and stability be ripped away from me after these 5-10 years of "happiness," but after this, I will have nothing left. One could even go as far as to say I would be less of a man, as I would lose the defining feature of one. (Except for the beard, that saves me a little). So for a recap, if I choose to live a normal life, or what is close enough to it, I will likely after some time face extreme conflict. There's a chance I won't, I could go 40 years with no issue at all, yet during all of this time I'll have to check every year with my doctor, do an exam to check my condition, and likely take numerous medications too. All of these medications cause severe side effects, which is the last thing I need. I've been given the devil's choice, as I will now call it since each option is awful. Option one is to live life comfortably for a while, 5-40 years at best, probably not even 40, and live a happier life. However, I will then have a greater chance of this being ripped away from me and everything that has happened thus far being reversed, as this happiness I was promised by the surgeon brings about the possibility that everything I was now "happy" about is used against me. I take the happier route, the route that gives me the life I have never had, or, I take the second option and choose not to get the surgery, and live in agony for the rest of my life, however, I stay content with this agony and run no risk of further conflict. What is worth more? Living life to the fullest, being happy and smiling for real, or, living life strife-free in the end and living a long, unhappy, miserable life of regret? Sorry for the graphics, I assume you all understand this by now.
If you read till the end, my condolences.