Reply to DexieB
Hi Dexie,
I so appreciate your response. Reading about your odyssey - part of which is no longer Greek to me - it brought tears for what you have endured. My colostomy followed 3 months of hospitalizations after emergency shoulder and humerus replacements. Then I just couldn't stay away (LOL), despite being without symptoms except severe descending abdominal pain. My husband had walked out 2 months prior after a 27-year marriage, not glancing back and leaving every possession he ever had here. He remarried one week after the ink was dry on the divorce papers. After being unable to manage my babies (11 cats up to 18 years old), they were quickly rehomed albeit improperly, causing even more distress. Stuck in my Collyer's "mansion" with no one to help me go through a zillion items and unwilling to relocate as my area is that convenient, going through another open surgery with my other medical complications is just too daunting to ponder. Up until 6 months ago I was of the opposite opinion until I read many stories of those with my compounding issues. Currently, I can barely walk and live in excruciating pain from severe scoliosis, back fractures and chronic venous stasis wounds. Since Covid, the few neighbors I have who have lived here almost as long (as my 36 years) don't even say hello. It's a complete mystery as I have been extremely kind and caring to all, paying many for any small service. I feel like I am walking through a world of mannequins when out in public too. It should have been the opposite for all of us who survived that brief period, but it just widened our ever-expanding gap. So I finally decided that risking further surgeries - let alone being unable to do another colonoscopy prep unless done in-hospital - just isn't practical. I just read of 4 people, yourself included, having had perforations due to the aforementioned or sigmoidoscopies (also ordered for the first time). I realize I will need hernia surgery and adhesion removal (creating more), and avoid most doctors now like the plague. I have a lifetime background in medicine - both allopathic and homeopathic - so truly understand the consequences. I don't fear death, just more suffering; honestly, I can't take any more pain. At least I have a few hours each night where I enjoy my music and armchair travel. It's just enough to keep me going (no pun intended). I'm resigned to my very constricted existence and just try to help others when I can. This entire experience has added to my maturity and for that I am also grateful. And for meeting people like you! I wish you the finest and healthiest of outcomes.