Primeboy,
Lorraine-Cooper1960, thank you for your responses. I have been to counselors and am still going. I feel that I should add a bit more to my history. I originally went to the hospital to have a hernia repaired. All seemed to have gone well. Post-op, I was walking around, slowly, but up and around. The surgery was on a Friday and the surgeon said that I could go home on Sunday if I continued at that rate of recovery. Late into Saturday, I began to have terrible pain in my abdomen. The pain medication I was receiving was useless. As the hours went on, the pain became disabling. I could no longer walk around or even sit up! The pain was excruciating. I felt the need to move my bowels, but it was an overwhelming pain. Finally, early Sunday morning, a guardian angel of a resident realized that something desperately wrong was going on. I was transferred to the ICU. As they were prepping me to go back to the OR for exploratory surgery, I told the nurse that I felt like I was going to burst if she turned me on my side. She said she would turn me the other way. Again, I said I am going to burst. Being as gentle as they could, they turned me, and the feeling that I was going to burst was gone... because apparently something did burst, and I felt a lot more pain, and then no pain, but a warm flood was rushing from my body. My bowel had ruptured!!! I do not have much memory of the next 7 weeks, other than I was rushed to the OR. Apparently, during my original surgery, my bowel was nicked and a clot formed and continued to grow (the feeling I was going to burst). Anyway, I had 4 more life-saving surgeries over the next 9 days. I was on life support and in the ICU for 7 weeks, in the hospital for 7 months. I had to relearn just about everything from chewing to swallowing to breathing on my own, walking, holding a spoon, etc. I had an open wound on my abdomen stretching from hip to hip, with the ostomy in between. They treated the wound with a wound vac, from Sept until Jan, when they figured it was closed as much as it would on its own. Then I had a skin graft, the graft site was my left thigh. 4 inches by 8 inches. That should give you an idea of the scar on my abdomen. The original hernia surgery of plugs and mesh had to be removed because of the infection from my burst bowel. So that area is very nish, and I should wear a protective hernia belt, but it is in the same site as my ostomy. My entire large bowel was removed, my spleen, my gall bladder, my uterus, and all but 4 feet of my small intestine. I was on dialysis, a ventilator, you name the machine. I was on it. I am not telling this story as "Poor me." This is not a story of woe is me, it is the true life happenings of my life. I am trying to overcome my issues, but I haven't found the answer yet. I asked the doctor if there was such a thing as a female equivalent to Cialis... his response, "Drink some beer, and let him have his way." Prior to all this happening to me, we had a very active sex life. I would initiate escapades at the most unexpected times, as would my husband. My dresser drawer was full of beautiful nighties, etc. So to go from that to nothing is puzzling, to say the least. Talking to the counselor, going on retreats, hormone patches, etc. has done zero to change me. "Giving in" as the doctor suggests, as did a couple of counselors, does nothing for me. I do the best I can to accommodate my husband's wants/needs, but as I said before, the thought of it makes me physically sick. I even feel violated after sex that I agreed to have, and I do my best not to let my husband know how sick the act makes me. It is not his fault, I know that. That is why I try to accommodate him. He is an amazing, patient man and takes what he can get without complaining, but he deserves better than a wife who needs to take something to get through it and take something else to get over it. I am ecstatic when it is over because I know that I am going to be left alone for maybe a week. That is a terrible way to feel and live. I went from planning our next sexcapade to me trying to avoid intimate contact at all costs. It's horrible, but I can't help it!