Thank you, warriors, for sharing your highs and lows along this journey we share.
Today is the 1-year anniversary of the assault on my body.
I had a routine, preventative colonoscopy. I am a single mom, a daughter, and sister. It was the right thing to do.
My colon was pierced, and I sat in sepsis and peritonitis for a week. Doctors thought a cyst on my ovary was the cause. Six days later, I had a stroke and was put into a medically induced coma for 6 days. During that time, I was opened to deal with the ovarian cyst. Fecal matter I had been sitting in for a week spilled onto the floor. They FINALLY noticed my pierced colon, and I was given a colostomy.
I can't express what it was like to wake up with a different body. I did not wake up from the coma well, and that is when my stroke was diagnosed. I have balance issues and have been left legally blind and permanently disabled because after 9 hours of surgery, I could not be reattached, mostly thanks to sitting in sepsis for so long and adhesions.
Yet here I am. A journey of a million miles, tons of therapy (physical, speech, occupational, and psychotherapist).
I haven't left my house for more than 3 hours, and my social life is nonexistent.
But on this anniversary, I am ready to flirt, travel, and swim.
My graduation is flying to Denver, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas.
All by myself.
I do worry about cabin pressure affecting my ostomy bag.
Any advice, friends?
Sorry for being so long-winded. I have just been holding it inside.
Best news? I have a bordoodle puppy who will be trained to be my service animal, but Zipper is a pet first.